Death Is The New Beginning
Silence as one's grave. The night crow cried again...this time in despair.
What has come to the world? The crow stretch its wings.
The world where everyone is a fool...roaming around at night, fearing those who they can fence, but not of the real threat.
What has happened to the world? The crow tilted its head.
The world where everything is so clear, yet so bleak, cloaked in veil of secrecy. The true color of human being is yet to be known and yet to be confirmed. It is in the process of refining the last fabric of human shell.
The crow cringed by a sudden shook on the branch, before he flew off into the night. From the corner of its eyes, a form of black figured took its place on the tree. Watching the crowd in its animalistic eyes. The crow cringed in fear and entered the grey cloud of night.
The figure took his form, little by little, the grayness of shadow emerged into a single being, standing tall among the graveyards and the silence of the night. He is the one...a real threat to a human world.
Yet, he did not move a muscle. His eyes scanned the crowd in hunger. His mind was blank, like a hole of nothingness. His breath was shallow but his lust was growling. He is hungry and one shall pay the price.
He looks to his right and saw a bigger crow on a branch nearby...Then he thought for a second.
DATE:Thursday, July 18, 2013
TIME:{12:27 AM}
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