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The Fallen One

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Introduction: Beware of beautiful gifts that look too good to be true.

She knelt before me on the old faded carpet
with large wings on her back as dark as pitch
loose feathers danced in the light breeze
as the thin white curtains gently billowed around her.

Her features remained hidden in the shadows
her long silver hair tumbling down
my eyes roamed over her perfect body wondering,
what secrets does she keep?

Her beauty was unsurpassed by anything on earth
I saw the sweet face of an angel as she lifted her head
finally, our eyes met and time stood still
while all the horrors of the universe were revealed to me.

Not an angel at all, but one of the fallen
with one look she stopped my heart cold
passing on the fear and agony no mere mortal can contain…
I heard myself scream as I descended into the dark.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Sometimes a story of mine will be written in free verse form.

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Death Becomes You

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Introduction: When traveling the dark roads of life beware of strangers.

As I rode down the moonlit path in The Black Forest I was glad for the extra light because this was one of the darkest forests I could remember navigating in a fortnight.

“Black Forest indeed,” I mumbled to myself thinking it quite an appropriate name for it was black as pitch and dense. The moon was bright in an otherwise empty sky as I paused in a clearing.

I jumped off my horse appreciating the feel of my feet on solid ground after a long day of riding. My horse had picked up a stone earlier in the day and although I caught it soon enough I did not want to risk it going lame as I still had a long road to travel.

Satisfied, I put my knife away finishing my inspection of my horse’s hoof it wasn’t as bad as I thought as I stood up and leaned on its warm flank for a moment.

I was bone tired, didn’t like this forest and now had to camp here. I had expected to make camp earlier outside of Belltower but the area was full of riffraff so I decided to ride on. Just as I was making good time my horse stumbled. Some days it didn’t pay to get out of my bedroll and this was one of them.

A half of an hour went by I got a fire going and noticed clouds starting to form in the sky. A slight breeze picked up and my horse got wind of something. Frowning, I thought I saw a dark shape moving through the clearing nearby.

It was very large, larger than a man perhaps a black bear. The moon ducked behind the clouds and everything outside the campfire was like black ink.

My horse cried out in fear and broke its lead crashing through the underbrush just as lightning flashed and hit a nearby tree. Sparks flew everywhere as the trunk split wide open and caught on fire.

As I took this in I was spun around lightly but forcefully by a hooded figure riding on a horse. The feel of being so near to the apparition was not unlike electricity.

I was frozen in my tracks while, “Run, run you must run,” screamed in my brain.

My mouth was dry as I croaked out a muffled screech. I dropped to my knees my eyes wild with fear as the figure made one last pass. The hooded rider crossed by the burning tree and I caught a good look at it.

The steed was skin and bones yet it was galloping by with a figure of death riding it. A dark mist was gathering along the ground and it was freezing cold!

Just then our eyes met and I was staring death in the face where there was none! A toothless grin was somehow smiling back at me as the eye sockets stared sightlessly through me.

He held one white rose in a fist underneath the sleeve of the black robe. I was drawn back to the eyes, the missing eyes, those eyeless holes, boring through me…

The mist was everywhere now swirling upward as I watched the dark figure recede and everything turn to darkness.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013