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Transformation
"A storm is brewing." - long ago I said,
Pilfering a tomb full of long dead.
My band of thieves wholeheartedly agreed,
Helping me in this sacrilegious deed.
Lightning bolts roared outside,
Bringing to my party and unseemly divide.
"Let us turn back, no more looting tonight.
Do you not see we almost died of fright?"
"Just this one job." - I encouraged them to stay.
Little did I know they wouldn't live another day.
Onward we went, into the black deep,
Not for a moment realising how the ground was steep.
Onward we went, mindless sheep all,
Not for a moment realising our swift downfall.
No apparent end was there to this tomb,
Until we came face to face with our doom…
A gust of wind hit us unprepared,
A pair of deep red eyes from the darkness stared.
What caused the air surge we now saw,
A stretched, clawed wing grabbed us, lost in awe.
Cacophony of pain, both in body and soul,
Stirred my innards, as to the fiend I relinquished control.
Serrated fangs sunk into my neck,
My friends died quickly as I hit the deck.
I awoke in a red sea, submerged in the liquid of life.
Feeling so strong and alive, ready for any kind of strife.
"What witchcraft is this?" - was my first thought,
While my mouth burned, succumbed by draught.
I held back the thirst, unwilling to drink.
Fighting the urge so badly I started to sink.
"Claim the blood of the fallen." - an invisible voice told.
" 'Tis your only hope." -it said, the truth beginning to unfold.
The transformation from lamb to wolf was desperately slow
And it began as soon as the vitae began to flow.
My skin started to harden, claws started to grow,
My back sprung spikes lined together in a row.
Power shifted within me and instantly I knew
Why I changed sizes, why I infinitely grew.
The ocean became a lake, and then suddenly a pond.
I rose up from the pool of my blood, feeling a new bond.
My old self lay there, dead as a man can be.
Gone somewhere, lost. But unlike me, free.
P.S. Glazbe danas nema, jer se poezija ne može mješati sa glazbom. Nikako.
Kierlan Darkskye,
A Poet Deep Inside
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