The deer of the Endless Forest cowered beneath the bushes and trees around them, does huddled their fawns closer to them hushing them to be silent as she listened.
All the deer of the forest shared the same fear, it was time for Death to claim yet another life.
There was a loud bang and a stag let out a call of alarm, darting from his hiding place and out into the open. Death heard. Death saw.
The chase began.
The huge monstorous stag gave chase to the small one. Its hooves thundered along the ground trembling the bones of fawns and the jaw of its skull mask rattled with each almighty bound. Death was nearing its victim. The frightened stag rushed around the corner, pursued by Death. Then there was a cry of pain and a sickening squelching sound of antlers plunging deep into flesh.
Thick red blood spilled upon the grass around the dead stag, its face frozen in a horrorfied scream.

Not far off Death was standing on a rock. The moonlight parted from the trees and shone down on him, casting an eerie glow. Even if you were far away you could pick out every detail.
His hooves were as black as coal and had spikes jutting from around the ankle. His pelt was black but torn in some places , revealing pink flesh and white bones. His back was covered in a long cloak of many different colours that flowed down to his knees and partly covered that huge bushy black tail. If you looked even closer you could see that the colours making up the cloak were different deer pelts: some green and scaly, some black and white like an orca's pattern, some torn, some scarred and some stained with red blood. They were stitched together with some invisible lining, blending together as one design.
Around his throat Death wore a necklace, a bit of chewed up rope with deer hooves hanging off of it. One was small as a fawns and one was as big as a stag's; all of them were cracked and bloody.

The uprising of Hell

The message of war is now whispered
An uprising is being planned
A few more days all will be peaceful
After it you will be crushed and rammed

Here is now the day of cleansing
Preparations for war is to start
Here is now the day of sunlight
War is painted on the one to tear you apart

Here is now the day of the moonlight
The cold stillness and resting seduce you
To believe there exists no more threat
But truth is; destruction will be here soon

Here is now the day of bravery
Preparations are now almost done
Hatred is glowing and now we are strong
We know that the fight is to come

This is the great day of Odin
The last day of peace this will be
This is the last preparation
But what it is you will not see

And this is the day of Thunder and rage
To suffer it is now your turn
We will bring Hell to your house
This night the sky itself will burn

We open the fiery gates of Hell
We lit the black fires in our hearts
Satan stands by us in this great war
Upon your lies we start a slaughter done well

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!


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More of the same

My writings... poems... whatever.

Please care to comment somewhere I can read it. By the way not all of these have any real names or anything. (the newest ones are the last in the list)

The tear in the river (the first one I submitted)

Something about gold

The Swan

Something about the existence

Shulgie is a poser (Oh, the rain)

The Mist

The Uprising of Hell

Path of the past

The Sound Of A Something

The Kind-Hearted Tree

Dark Tunnel

Until spring returns

A study of Death

((Sorry I've been gone guys, love you all, just been distracted. Anyway, have some human!Chopin
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