SerenityA Story by FearofinSmoke rises slowly,
blanketing the sky and ground lazily in soft gray. It curls, swirling gently in
the slight breeze, drifting over and caressing the field of carnage below. The
wind seems to sigh in relief, each faint gust reminiscent of panicked gasps
soothed by a comforting embrace. It ripples across the scarlet puddles on the
ground, distorting the reflection of the smoke-filled sky. He stands amidst the
corpses, hands crying liquid crimson, eyes dripping ichorous agony. He breathes
slowly, deeply, calmly. The horrors laid out before him like a banquet of death
do not agitate him; he welcomes the silence and tranquility like a long-lost brother. A silver blade has long
fallen from nerveless fingers, staining the red field with its metallic sheen.
He casts his gaze down, frowning at the blemish that pollutes the tranquil
scarlet. For so long, metal has destroyed his world, staining it with irreplaceable
crimson. Now, it is the last slaughterer to fall. He is the last murderer to
fall. He laughs redly to
himself, rejoicing as it echoes back and enfolds him in a shroud of solitude. The
world has returned to how it once was, how it should always be. He smiles,
silver glinting in the fading light. He falls down, into the equanimous,
eternal, ebony embrace. Serenity is returned. © 2016 FearofinFeatured Review
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Added on March 7, 2016Last Updated on March 7, 2016 AuthorFearofinAboutI love running, drawing, reading, and writing (obviously). I am absolute nerd and a huge fan of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit. I am Roman Catholic, I have an older sister and two younger sisters, a.. more..Writing
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