The
Beast
Fitting Songs:
SH3 – Never Forgive Me, Never Forget
Me
SH – Tears of...
How cold the day is, that you chose
for this trip,
how deep the evening runs, the setting
sun above your head.
You cannot remember why you chose to
walk through the forest this evening,
you only know that you must.
You do not know this path, you only
know that you must walk it.
Like a strange attraction, a feeling
in your head,
Like a brick beneath your chest, as if
your spine could not bear to turn the other way.
A flicker in your heart, a pain like a
needle at mere thought of standing still.
As you walk this path, you can feel
the coarse stony ground tremble beneath your feet,
spawning cracking sounds as if you
walked on bones.
Every step, you can hear them –
crumbling, breaking, pushing against your feet as you step on them, a
strange sensation like a lust engulfing you.
You know why you’re here.
You remember now.
They told you not to look.
To stay away.
Beneath the trees you can see rays of
orange light shine through,
the light of the setting sun like
claws digging into the thicket.
You follow these rays of orange light
with your eyes, where they lay down on the leafs,
and illuminate the
trees in their shades.
They said these woods are haunted.
Livid. Unreal.
They said these woods were a beast,
that they lived, and breathed.
That at dawn it would bring out it’s
tongue to invite you in, and that at Nightfall it would open it’s
maw to swallow you whole.
In this one moment it seems like the
trees around you split the golden rays of the sun, splitting them
like a net.
You can make out the orange,
but moreso the red, piercing the
thicket like bloody daggers,
and the pale white, dissipating into
clouds of mist.
There it is, that brick again.
You didn’t think it, yet your body
replied anyway.
A question that was not asked, yet it
was answered.
That feeling in your mind, this morbid
sense of curiosity, forcing you to move on.
Deeper and deeper into the mist.
You didn’t want to look.
But curiosity got the better of you.
Not to enter the woods, but to look,
just from afar.
But the path looked so nice, like you
could hear it breath,
you had to feel its pulse.
You cannot turn back now.
You are still
walking along it’s trail, how long had you walked?
Would you ever find out again?
And now the fog
surrounds you, despite your body permitting you to turn around,
you are already
lost within.
Somewhere in the far distance, the
thick orange fog radiating, as if it were to hide a ball of flame, or
a big beating heart.
Behind you, a small gust of wind, yet
strong enough to make you shiver,
you turn your head
to see where it is coming from, but all there is, is more coldness.
You can hear a sound, being quiet at
first, almost inaudible,
but you can feel it on your skin, the
hair on your arm standing up, your skin creating a horrible
sensation, as if ants were to crawl along your arm.
Then the sound, becoming louder, a
hum, bassy and echoing,
otherworldly it sits behind you in the
distance, where the cold is coming from.
It becomes louder and louder, so
without a thought your feet move on their own,
away from the sound, away from the
cold.
Closer to the big
ball of golden light within the orange fog, now feeling like it’s
pulsing,
like it is emitting warmth, like it is
evoking a sense of belonging,
whatever it is, you will be with it.
You will be one with it.
As you walk, the loud humming sound
behind you seems to become quieter,
instead there is now a layer of
darkness, falling down behind you,
as invoked by your steps, falling
behind you like a black curtain.
The pulsating ball within the mist,
now seeming more crimson than orange,
radiating warmth, inviting you in,
bringing you home, to fuse with it, to
be at rest.
Leave the cloak of darkness behind you
wanderer,
stay with me, restless soul.
Be with me, in eternity.
The humming sound behind you
silencing, as the maw closes.
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