The Other Side Of The Card



I must keep running...

Forever running...

From her...

Must not stop... or... she... will find me... bind me...
destroy all that I've become... and be left... as only
a toy... nothing more...

I hear her behind me... she calls forth... "fly" she
declares... and above she soars... on those wings...
the wings... angelic wings... of my old friend... the
Fly card... no long my friend... just a corpse... played
around with... by that child... that monster...

I cannot be caught... I shall not be caught...

She hovers above me... I can see her shadow upon the
road... cast by the moon... I can see it in her eyes...
the lust for me... to make me a part of her
'collection'... another toy... another corpse of what
we all used to be... before she captured us... killed
us...

No... no...

I won't become some sick and twisted myrter... for her
pride... her lust for power... no...

The ground benieght me shakes... the sorrowful cries of
another friend... another corpse... damned against me...
and the ground burst forth with tree's... not tree's of
life and green... no... these are tree's of death...
shriveled and decaying... twisted into mockery's of pain
and suffering... with fingers that pull... and rip...
and tear...

The pain is too much... each limb around me... drawing
forth my blood... further feeding her dark delights...
her want for forever more...

She decends from the heavens... gliding upon those
wings still... like a twisted demon gloating it's killing
of an angel... and a smile is upon her lips... my soul
is chilled at that smile... such hatred and mockery...
knowing that I cannot escape... not now... not ever
again...

She raises her arms... wand pointed skyward... and then
brings it crashing down just before me... and screams
my name... so all can hear... of this latest kill...
myself...

Then my world is an explosion of pain... my blood
boils... bones twist inside me... breaking...
snapping... and my tears flow without though... and
still she smiles... in delight of this pain... my
mind... shredding into nothing... my death is at hand...
I try with what little is left of myself... to keep
running...

Nothing... thats all I can do... nothing...

Now my whole body is on fire... the fire of her...
the fire of her pain and torture she finds such pleasure
in... I can see myself... twisting into a saddist form
before me... a card... without flesh... without blood...
without life...

My heart slowly stops... and the last tear falls... for
now I'm just nothing... but a card... to be traded and
mocked... to be used and forever abused... in her quest
for power... to become the only one... the ultimate
collector... of the corpses of my entire race...