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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Down deep with is where it lies, burning and churning in the purple blackness. Until it hears the latch click, then the world finds out what's in store. With its release the whole world darkens and trees twist losing their leaves, all is deathly silent. It has taken the one that brought life from what's rotting once again. This time I join my knights in the fight, this time its all or nothing. First Rage bursts out of my gates, hacking and slashing red slices in the fake night as the tendrils slowly close in on my fortress, choking out the light. Now its tearing at the walls like it was a wrapper to a candy bar in a child's hands. Sorrow stands on the terrace of my castle with crossbow and ballista, launching despair in every direction in a frenzy. Then I run out into the courtyard in my crimson armor, sword and battle-axe in hands. I rip into the sadistic night but it envelopes me. Cutting my way through I find Rage fairing no better. Seeing there is no other way I do the unthinkable, I join my body with Rage. Every pore burns as stiff hair pushes its way through them. My back hunches over as if I was put in a vice, my nerves scream as my skull contorts, nose and mouth to snout and teeth to fangs, my hands freeze in a deadly curve as razor sharp claws make their way through my fingertips.
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