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[size=75]This is for Gobbo… I thought about making it an “enhanced super-darksided version” of the first, but then thought a second part would do just as fine.[/size]
The chambers wept away their last breath of pure life,
tearing away the flesh that once gleemed with pristine health.
No time should it be made anew…
No hope would grant a moment of reprieve…
No passion could be left in the doors of the caverns of breath…
Their locks only mere illusions to the axe of death that shattered them apart.
Their corruption accented by the brushing of death’s cloud upon the walls.
Their hope defiled in the impure thought that they at the end, came to want more.
The craving of self-destruction ensued…
The need to scar impurity deeper became unbarable…
The drive to falter the hope of recover was multiplied…
…and unto this…
Another breath taken to deliver the exhausted embers of dead leaves once more.