Personal Mythos

I like that line:

“A coiling of smoke and a river of razor…”

chyfrin

I can not heal this wound
I fought and won
I limp home
Its never like this in the stories
It hurts

I lie down
I am descended into the Darkness
Screaming into the Darkness

At the threshold of this Nightmare
I meet the Dragon big as the World
A thing of Darkness and Myth
A coiling of smoke and a river of razor
Thousands of razor teeth
A hunger that has eaten up all the World
Hunger that has eaten even itself until
only the mouth and the hunger remain

I am there above the abyss
I run but run a men run in dreams
Its coming up behind me and I turn
I raise my weapons
And am cut to bits
I am falling into the abyss as dissociated bits
The Dragon was fragmented in the process of the struggle
and its bits also fall intermingling with bits…

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