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The Seventh City
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I stand among the wreckage of the fallen city…
Cries of the injured and dying, the weeping, ride the waves of dry winds into the blood red sky.
The winds are fierce with anger. With sand carried from afar that beats upon the face with undaunted ferocity. Like a requiem, the sounds of the wind are all that you can hear.
I wander the wreckage of the fallen city…
The blood and tears used to create the once thriving city… had become a useless and meaningless sacrifice. As now the city was nothing but twisted metal and broken brickwork. Soon to become the homes of the wandering desert scavengers this wreckage will.
The once tall buildings a pillar of humanity's progress… destroyed in a fleeting instant of anger and hate.
I kneel in the sand of the wreckage of the fallen city...
The smell of death and pain nauseates the senses. Permeating torn cloth and shattered skin. Driving the mind mad as it searching for a place of peace.
The peace is here. But it is an undesirable peace. One of the deceased of relentless wind and sand.
All of it… here and now…
In my heart, the ache there, it told me… and I knew I was the cause of this destruction. Whispers of memory nip at the edges of my consciousness. Out of reach of my grasping fingers.
I wait in the wreckage of the fallen city…
What did I do?
How could I have caused this?
Why?
Questions go unanswered, asked to the uncaring wind. Only my heart to tell me even the slightest fraction of the seeming truth.
I sit in the wreckage of the fallen city…
What am I to do… there in the wreckage of the fallen city.
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Yup… another deviation from my main story. Heh. Well what can I say?
This was half inspired by the music of Vox Aeternus and half a writing exercise because of working through writer's block.
Probably not the best of my work, but again… what can I say?
See my Author's Notes LJ for more of a… well author note… and an update on the status of my next chapter of LtL.
Later! And Hugs for all!