Everything around me has become so tiny and fragile in my eyes.
My right arm has been burning brightly for months.
The stars have all blackened and I’m blinded by my bottomless hatred of your existence.
He he digs into my skin, clawing at my chest, trying to devour my heart.
The landscape is covered in flames and filled with heartbroken wails as The Monster destroys everything It sees.
My laughs are always to deep and menacing.
My smiles have begun to be accompanied by a malicious glean.
Before my mind reaches the point of no return, I stop the siphoning of power.
The power has been accumulated, time to compress it.
The clay has been added, it’s now time to continue sculpting.
I release The Monk from his enchanted sleep.
His prayers resume and serpent-like chains rise from the ground.
They climb up The Monster and pull It down against the ground.
The flames covering the land quickly disappear.
The blackness of the sky gives way to brilliant shining stars.
My right arm smokes, my left arm glows warmly.
'Til next time.