Continuing the story after The Being |
There once was a people who lived on a rock that hurtled through the emptiness of space as they traveled around, they built small towns and lived with peaceful grace They would visit each other with gifts of wealth and share their tales from the day they laughed as they spoke, of evil they joked and went abroad doing what they may The direction the rock went as it floated about changed path by the souls of all as joy went abound, the rock drifted around any obstacles that would prove their fall The people went about making beautiful arts like glassware, paintings and clothes they surrounded themselves on their desks and their shelves with the wares of glory they chose Their mayor was a man of gleeful countenance as he helped all of those he could he visited the ill, with the farmers he tilled as he went about doing good One being on the rock who hid itself crept closer for further review eyes dark with spite as black as the night and its hatred for all of them grew The being began plotting in dastardly ways as it observed the dealings of Them it found out their plans to the very last man until each of them were condemned On a glorious day more joyful than the rest, the Festival of the Star began the people would dance in their marvelous pants and through the streets, the children ran The Festival was had at times when the rock drifted close to a star they would shout and sing as their voices would bring the rock to turn its path afar A certain boy strayed away from his group to relieve his bodily needs he was grabbed by hands like the desert sands and was used as wondrous feed The boy returned to the playful bunch as they were skipping over a crack they never did see through the boy's feigned glee at his teeth that were colored black Two festivalgoers went to gather wood for a fire around which they would dance at the bottom of the crack, they noticed the pack of the children who stood no chance Heads bowed, they returned to their mayor and informed him the sorrowful news A tear down his cheek as his knees felt weak for the children they had to lose "As tragic this is, we cannot lament until the festival draws to a close restrain this tale lest their faces grow pale and our rock begins to feel woe." The two returned to their homes afar as the people started the flame they brought out flags made of colorful rags and waved them on poles to a game The mayor gazed out at the people he loved as he tried to bring himself cheer he looked to his chief and noticed black teeth as his eyes met several dark leers A scream rang out and his blood ran cold as he looked for the source of the sound a man was impaled on the flagpole they hailed as his blood started covering the ground The grisly flagpole was raised up high by a man with a grin black as night more poles he grabbed as he proceeded to jab as the people yelled with fright One group of men grabbed a few of the folks and carried them into the blaze their screams rose high as many of them died as the air filled with putrid haze The mayor stood still, petrified with fear as his people were slaughtered and burned a man with a grin as dark as sin walked up to him and his stomach churned The man turned around and gazed at the sky and the mayor followed his look his eyes grew wide with fear he could not hide as he fell to his knees and shook The man crumbled to dust and blew away as the mayor's eyes drew far he bid farewell to the life he knew well as the rock plunged into the star. |