Dictator -Ch 6-Y'gl's body drifted amongst the castle, his mind drifting among the depths of thought. His feet walked the path a thousand feet had crossed, his hand brushed the wall a thousand other people had brushed and he slowly inhaled that which had been inhaled a thousand times before. He had ruled people, countries, nations… but at no time in his life was he faced with the dilemma he had now. All at once, he had not known what to do, and this insecurity made him very uncomfortable. In any of his military time, nor in his reign as king did he ever feel so lost. With his hand, he traced upon the wall: 'Fatherhood is an burden unbearable'. His ent
V E R S U SThe knock of death on the Mortal Doorechoes in and along the winding paths of many souls.An unearthly kiss upon the mouth of the willingseeps its corruption throughout their countenances.A long, cold finger weaves about the bodies of the susceptible,and draws graffiti on the long-gone and forsaken cadavers.A depression reaching farther down than San Andreaswraps its icy grasp around all hearts affected.As long as normality reigns among the Land of the Living,So does entropy leave the hopeless and the helpless gasping for air.