The monster inside

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Shadows stuck in the widow’s web roamed and stirring up the sleeping beast. He rocked motionlessly waiting for his turn. Humming a tune that at tone made his prey squirt golden rains and women quiver under their skirts.

“One, two look me in the eye, if you want too

Three, four it’s the door to your door too your soul

Five, six they roam angrily in the pits, set them free enter the abyss

Seven, eight once inside there’s no escape

Nine, ten find a tone to clear the tones of the souls you trapped within.”

He creeped in the gloomy spots of darkness.

“No stop, No Stop!”

He saw his pray. He moved as swift as a hawk. Saw the Sinner, grappled his dirty crown. Let out scratchy, psychotic laugh. The pain in his tone made black birds fall from the black ether. His victim frozen like he was tortured until he was driven stone crazy.

Yelling out in a tone of agony he, “You must get through the tournament of redemption. The souls you have captured shows your affliction. You murdered, robbed, and prostituted many souls.”

The empty vessel slides to the dirt, hitting the ground like a sack of rotten potatoes. Twitching, jumping as if cold icings ran down his spin. The tormented souls ran and played in his gate ways of worlds. Burning his insides like he swallowed hot coal.

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The sleeping beast rocked motionlessly. Singing a tune that turned the old man’s belly.

“One, two look me in the eye, if you want too

Three, four it’s the door to your door too your soul

Five, six they roam angrily in the pits, set them free enter the abyss

Seven, eight once inside there’s no escape

Nine, ten find a tone to clear the tones of the souls you trapped within.”

Just an afflicted soul, created by a village. Unaccepted by the womb men that created the cause of this revolution. A good soul turned black. He was aloof to the suffering. Until it created a monster that roamed between realms.

Sent to teach them of their actions. With no choice but to accept the beast or deal with forces that causes the hurricanes to form over dry land, tsunamis that washes out desserts, or fires that reigns at the movement of wind. The sleeping beast was woken again