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The Aswang Fable
Day quickly fades into a fearful silent night Frightful because within the darkness evil comes to life Abomination that became legend as legend became myth The Aswang The wicked epitome of sin Beautiful by day but a shapeshifting demon in disguise It has a long disgusting tongue with unspeakable desires Blood thirsty creatures eating unborn babies in the womb Fangs that'll transform people into dead flesh eating ghouls Severing her body from her legs so it can fly On serpent angel wings preying on its next victim to die Bayani took his pregnant wife Amor to the hospital for becoming sick A three day journey from their mountain village will now begin Theyll travel through the valleys seeking shelter as they go Amor wearing garlic on her belly protecting her babies soul Traveling through jungle & deserted roads along the shore Knowing when they hear a dreadful cry theyre not alone With every step they take they abhor the falling moon Something once so beautiful is now impending doom By dusk they came upon a village but every door was closed Desperation in their voice they scream for help with little hope Dismay dripping from their skin so the demon could smell their fear Before they heard the dreadful cry the Aswang did appear In horror they banged on every door pleading for some help But no one gave relief having their own to protect from hell Bayani remembered legend perhaps there is a way we can survive Destroy her legs before she reattached her upper body in morning rise A task that may be difficult because the lower half they have to find Before they made a move she swooped down with her evil yellow eyes She grabbed Amor by her throat as Bayani pled for her life Please let my wife and baby go and in return you can have mine She said a lovely gesture but be patient youre the next to die With a evil grin she slit her throat and consumed their unborn baby still inside Falling to his knees with a broken heart he asked her why She said I have no compassion or reason and let me tell you why "Im the first Aswang of this village A maiden by the day Im the reflection of their darkness and their evil ways Desires that cannot be spoken A blackened heart equally broken Habits that are disgusting I am made of nothing I am the mirror they will never face The fear that keeps them all awake But the truth is much more powerful I am the face behind their faith The contradiction of forgiveness For every time you kneel and pray Im the fear that keeps the children crying and afraid It started with a lie Then desires to reach the sky Which resulted into sadness but with a deeper understanding why Sad because I can see the darkness they themselves alone hav caused Many more will be like me and many already lost Failed secrets buried forever And I will be like them I am also you If you wear the wickedness of all your sins"
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Book: Shattered Sighs