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[fairiesreturningtotheshadows]

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[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

The Rain’s of Archeron.

i Was Taken from the other side FOR THIS BULLSHIT. 

The Water’s of Archeron, Wash Cold over My Feet, the Lonely and Crying Sad Aura in the Breeze, Blow’s with a Piecing Gale of utter grief, the Soft Blue Flame’s of Death.  Linger all Around Me, i’m At the Gate of Hell, Waiting for it to Be Open and Me to Gain my free n Some ... in this Sad shaded grayish Blue Hell. 

i’m forced to Sit at the Gate and Water i Can Call up to other soul’s not in this hell if there passing By but i’m locked away in this Fucking Tormenting, Nightmare. 

i can Hear the Scram’s of human on the other side and the cries and it warm’s the water, just a little, and the Gate Shift's as some dust and Dirt from high fall’s off the Rusting Gate. i Hear a fain Weeping and Whisper on the wind and then it’s gone

i Can Hear briefly every now and then T-Rex Raging past the door and a Human Screaming OH !!! GOD ... RUNN !! RUN !!!! And then follow but Machine Gun fire. 

i’m Shackle from ankle to my wrist and with a Ball and Chain made of iron frozen by ice. i Sit in this Hell, place with the Most Gloomy Light, i got a Nice’ish But Old demon who named him self Akama, and a Demented Valley Girl, Bitch, Wasn’t So Nice When i Was a Kid. 

Any Way ... I’m Here Sitting by the Gate, Waiting for freedom the Gray’s Have trapped Me here, i don’t got Depression i beat that long ago, 

i Got Used to the torment of Archeron, when i was a Kid and this really Happened it Felt like a Sea of Gloom, took Me cold water made of sadness where drowning me, i tough it was drowning, i Felt these dark Water’s, Take me into the depth's and i got Depression, after that. to took year’s to get over it. and Pull out of it, but the Lingering Torment of Archeron Never Left, i Need to get Used to this Gloomy Winter-ish Hell, there is not a fire around it’ s not winter it’s just Cold Enough and Gloomy to be Dark and depressing for most. 

i Sit here ... on a Rock of Loneness, A COld Stone, i Wonder if i am to rot on. i Can Hear the dragon Laughing, as thay Slaughter, Humanity i can here the War’  s and the Riot's echo threw out this Hollow Hell. 

Every Now and then i See Blood Leak from a Crack in the door but it is Soon Blown away into Dust but the Eerie Wind’s of Sadness, Blowing and Reminding Me How Much my Life suck’s and How fucked i Am ... 

the Woe is So Powerful ... i make’s Woe fire a Fire made Out of Pure Woe Pain. 

it Glow’s with a Twisted light Pale Grayish Blue it’s Cool to the point of Cold but will not freeze you  it will shock you too but not Electrocute, it will Burn but not with heat but Sadness, of Woe, With the Power of a Star, Enough ot Make a Weak man Hear Burst, As you Hear Endless haunting Crying Singing of Sadness. Echoing threw out this fucking place. 

You’ll be Shock with Grief, the Cool Coldness is of Despair, and the Shock is of Trauma, and Endless disbelief. 

You are Stuck here Till freedom and some time's the water trying to Want to pull you back into Depression again thay want to kill you with Sadness. 

You Can feel soul’s that Drown and died in the fucking River, Come back as a Vengeful spirit Million’s of them Cold and icy and full of Anger and icy Hate, Want to Pull your Sorry ass into, this icy hellish Fate, you can Actually feel them to a Degree ... that is not a Poetic Metaphor. Just like the Water’s of depression, ANY WAY !!! Back to the point. 

i Just sit here, Sad and Lonely, Staring at these door’s, Waiting for freedom, Wondering if i will die here and as my Corpse's Rot’s freeze Over. as he White-ish Snow Moth’s Sap the essences from My Bone’s, these fluttering dimly glowing, Moth’s that Glow With a Pale Sadness, and as thay flutter thay Sap you like a Dementor, thay Vamp your Damned Soul, Tear Here Don’t Help, as you get Rid of Some Sadness, more Pour’s in ... you can Hear the sloshing and Gloshing, the Slashing of Soul deep off in the Under Ground, Just off the side of the Clift off the Coldish fog of despair, you can see these hatful soul’s wanting to dam any one thay can get .... 

and in the Air Hellish Bird’s fly, in the Sky 

As you Can See and hear a Echoing Screech in Pure Pain. Some of the bird’s Freeze in the sky and Cry as thay hit the Ground and Explode into ice Shard’s still alive ripped apart. 

Don’t Touch the Door you’ll Be Blasted Back and it Hurt’s enough of Move in this place, and the Door is Colder then Artic Wind’s, and you get a Wallop of Grief and Woe so Power it if you where Smited by Pure negative Divine Energy of Pure Sadness, and it will Cruse you and Give you the Worst of Luck, for Year’s some time's only Week’s. other time’s Day’s and hour’s. there are Crow’s in this Miserable Place, and thay Caw at you and Mock you, Some time's trying to Peck at and Attack the Damned soul’s that are doomed here by a Broken and twisted fate. 

Did you Know death Visited me at the start of My Life, Yah !!! the fucker Gave me a Hour Glass, he just Wanted to Rub it in, on How i was Doomed and Dammed in the Hall’s of Archeron, Surprised i was Just Waiting at the Gate it Gave Me Hour Glass to let me Know when, i’ll be dead ... 

i’d brake the Glass but .... to a Degree you want to Know How Much time you got left. it Might of bin a Mock, Like Putting a Cigarette out in some one’s eye as a fuck out, or Rubbing Salt in a Wound ... but a tool is a tool. 

Every Now n then i see the craft’s that Made Me ... i Look up and i see them fly on by .... i Wonder why thay locked Me here, Oh ! and you also see people Jumping to there Death’s as a Attempt to escape ... it Never Work’s, and there soul’s Drown in the Cold Gloomy Cursed Water’s of Archeron as thay Scream in Pain, you want to get up and help them but despair fills’ your soul and your life what’s the point, i can’t do anything right there is nothing i can do ... all help i can give them is useless, i’ m Useless, i’m Worthless ... and death will only get be sent back here. after the gray’s give Me a New body, thay got Me before and thay’ll get me Again. 

and the Cold not frozen Land is Littered with dead body’s, of people that tried to take there own life to get out of this place, thay too Failed with Crow packing at them the crow's are demon’s tearing at there rotting flesh, the soul’s are Trapped in there body’s ... and the Crow’s tear at there soul. you want to help them but you Can’t ... the despair syphon’s the will out of you ... and it almost Sound’s like the Crow’s are laughing at You. A side Note is Many that die Here Turning to Weeping Wraith's, icy Wraith's, Like the Witch 4 Left for Dead, Only.

Other’s Turn into Woe Demon’s, Soul’s that Died of a Broken Heart, the Crow are Not Immune, you See Bloody feather’s every where you Go, the Wraith's Tear them apart as Revenge, for Mocking them in life, And you Can Hear Moaning, and Waling Loudly Echoing Threw out the Canyon, the Screech of Many Wraith's, The Whaling and Shriek, You Hear Roar’s of Hatred, as Fight’s Brake Out, and Selfish Women Throw there kid’s into the Pool’s Below . . . .  No One is Sent here Becuz of any Sin thay Committed, Your Sent here Purely threw Bad Luck, and Bad Luck Alone. 

Any Way, i Just Sit on the Small rock right in front of the door's of Archeron, the water can flow under the door’s, i think i can Hear my future, Me happy, Me Free, of Rumor's of this Fucking Place i Going to get Nuked, of that i’ll find My Kin, but then Again, i Wonder if i’m going Mad, if my mind is Playing trick’s on Me, Maybe the Haunting Singing wind’s are making me Hallucinate, or Maybe it’s the vengeful spirit’s making the sound of Children laughing in this place ... just to make the Woe fire burn so much harder ... as it is destroying my Soul, consuming it ...Making me Go Mad, or it might be the demon’s, taking the form’s of Children, knowing i Want happiness. 

Becuz just Another Day Go’s By ... and Another Day n Another day ... More and more of that sand is on the Bottom of the Glass. 

i Just Sit here in the Howling, whistling wind’s ... Waiting for My freedom.

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And To All that Have Read this, if my Kin Are out there, and Happen to See this, or Even to the Elite’s, And or the Mantis’s n Tall gray’s that Put Me Here, i Have This to Say. 

[aomaoe]

memories

[cosmicguts]

Flor in dammed verse more like big thot energy.

[allinyourimagination]

I've been sitting on this for a while. DAMMED has been in overclocked mode getting some things ready for a new arch, so we're finishing up the last before we refine a couple things and add some new stuff. The mysterious main villains for this arc were Antony and Cue which is a pair I wish I'd gotten to explore a bit more, rest their souls. But I really like the way this piece came out anyways. I want them to be close again in the future in some other universe. But for now, sayonara. Commissions | Shop | Patreon

[zombilenium]

Joe Freeman Photography

[terrypratchettparadise]

Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world's greatest creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.

Terry Pratchett - Wyrd Sisters