Boredom made me consider trying to make something. I went through with it for a bit, just for something experimental. Like or hate it for whatever reasons you want, it's really experimental after all.
The sky died today.
Or at least, it was dying. We're sure something like this has been said before, but to actually witness it... It's blood soaked itself, passing over our heads as chills turned our wonder into dread. It's usual, sometimes discouraging blue, slowly being tainted as the wound worsened. The nice, cool air was laced with helplessness as we all looked on to the victim. Someone with strong enough motives and an ill will was the enemy every one confirmed, yet no one acted. None of us could really do anything against it now anyways. It's what we thought, at least...
Our lake wouldn't lose like that!
The sky was flaming fiercely, like, like a fire. But she stayed cool and collected. Weirdoes waltz through the sky with worry, and fairies flocked up there to falter them. She must've been so proud, dazzling when we drove them out and glistening when they were completely gone. We were all goanna get our own medals from her today, but those all must've sunk...
The gate can't fall at a time like this.
The lake introduced us to fear. Reintroduced, actually. It happens a lot... We couldn't believe what happened here. Well, not entirely. We did see it... The beauty of it all as a duo approached from the water to do battle. They didn't really approach from the water. It was the air... We saw that they tried their best, but, for the mansion gate to be surpassed by humans was unexpected. Aside from her. All the time...
The bookworm.
Yes, we saw them, from the gate, for the bookworm. When we told, it didn't really seem to move the bookworm. Rather than wiggle in anticipation, all that was done was hibernate, by the bookworm. They got in of course, but that's when we heard the bookworm. Flairs of magic and mystics sparked through this fantasy library of the bookworm. Spell after spell after another text based spell, we remember why that name fit the bookworm. But even so, they defeated the bookworm. They were professionals, one man armies, and all we had was the bookworm.
Aside from time.
The bookworm tried. She was helpless against those humans today. No one introduced them to an enemy like the one here though. Time was unexpected. They falter with worry... Of course. Fantasy in their heads as usual. Another defeated victim of the mansion...
Or... Not. Unexpected... What strong will... The beauty of their waltz drove them completely through. Time will remember this wound... And it's own helplessness...
