I want to describe the scene. It’s something I am sure you will struggle to believe.
It was a dark and stormy night
when the metal-coated knight drew steel across the hide of the hidden beast.
Behind thousands of veils, he did not breathe in the least.
His story started below the dirt. He stirred. Disturbed the worms,Their guts so full of his honorable flesh
Withered and stretched across yards of forsaken ground.
Desecrated and abused by weather, the dead surround.
The rain had churned up more and more bodies through the winter.
In the night the knight heard the screaming, feeding worms eating at the bits left on bone.
He sensed without sensory organs.
Pulled in breath after breath in fear without lungs to bare them.
He felt the familiar damp. The wrapping of leather protecting bits of flesh and bone from metal the rain had shone.
Lifted from his grave he reformed and mind joined with thoughts new
He was surely dead as dead could be. But breathed in as if he was as alive as you or me.
He remembered the fights, dark beasts and blights left imprinted into his memory.
It was all that was left of me.
The ground ripped open and forced me to my feet. The earth formed a mouth and spoke as my body wanted to retreat.
“Bare the blade you died to keep. Sleep no more, slay this reality before it wakes what lies in the deep.”
The cartilage of my decayed fingers gripped around sword so familiar. Glimpses of a face once mine now fell away to this great disfigure.
Nothing made sense to me. The ground was spinning like that of a kaleidoscope. The trees started to speak of the beast that chose to interlope.
A mouth made of mouths and teeth of fingers sharpened to a point.
Bathed in the blood of reality and merged with the dead it chose to anoint.
I was disgraced to its millions of eyes- floating as orbs, illuminating new lies
seemingly altering the velocity of rain as it fell past their gaze.
With a yawn, its maw opened to pull me into its mental maze.
The abyss was infinite, formless and rigid to light.
It made little sense to scream as it took the first bite.
I spent night after night in the infinite.
A screaming aberration of reality limited, it fought to keep me down.
In its maze I felt my flaws pulse and push from my flesh. I watched my blood run from a dead dull brown to a deep red.
Gripping steel I could feel each gulp and contraction of the gore that trapped me within it.
I slept through the worst of what beget it.
It felt like always before my unlife ended within the beast.
My steel, compelled to feast, stabs in the dark so bleak.
Well past knee-deep, it starts.
I’m laughing, screaming my ears apart. Blood filling my lungs, feeling my heart start.
Spat out into a world less distorted than before.
A new world that was birthed from the gore.
One with less nights filled with undead knights.
Less fights and beasts that feed in the firelight.
No nightmares anymore.
With a sigh of pain I release my grip on the sword I swore to hold.
Let the dirt take me back to where I began, feeling feelings like never before, feeling…cold.