Shadow Demon Muerto (part 2)

by Mark   Aug 13, 2006


When I reached the top of the cliff that was Earth,
I couldn’t help but feel that I was at home even more.
There was more beauty, more people.
But I then remembered that none of them were like me.
My brother and I were maid from Soul Alchemy,
And that would never change.
If I were to rule, though, what would happen?
Would all the rivers be dried up?
Would all the flowers and trees shrivel up and die?
Would the sun turn black, casting eternal darkness upon the Earth?
And I looked around at it all, and I thought, why not wait and see if that is meant to be?

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