When the Sea turns Grey by OverlordCthulhu, literature
Literature
When the Sea turns Grey
Rippling crests of blue and green,
All begin to fade away,
Until it was unremembered what was lost,
When the sea turned grey,
Memories of happiness,
Last only for today,
Listlessness forevermore,
When the sea turns grey,
Although the sun will rise,
There is no light within the day,
Rays of shadow on ashen sands,
When the sea turns grey,
Not enough time to seek happiness,
When we all have our roles to play,
Ever searching for one another,
When the sea turns grey,
Lovers' hands will draw apart,
To their hapless dismay,
Cleaved together, cleaved apart,
When the sea turns grey,
Blood within the water,
Cannot even stay,
Water becomes even thi
Snow falls on black fields
Cherry trees wither alone
I shall rest beneath.
—
Night falls on the land
Borders between life and death
Ink traces the moon.
—
She made no promise
Here I shall remain and wait
Until the stars fade.
—
Emptiness echoes
As waves upon the ocean
Where there are no shores.
—
She smiled at me
Lost inside her kindly eyes
She drifted away.
—
When I am to die
Do not mark my resting place
Let me fade away.
—
Pain is transient
Yet a gloom pervades the spirit
A butterfly wilts.
—
Cherry trees blossom
Yet each petal reminds me
Of days long since past.
̵
The haggard wizard sat behind his simple wooden desk, surrounded by innumerable vials of arcane liquid, ancient grimoires, chemical scents, and devices that defied any conventional description. More recent to the clutter was a small pile of crumpled parchment, each filled with black scribblings representing formulas and innumerable equations. He let out a sigh, his black, stained robes sagging as his shoulders lowered, his ashy beard brushing against his desk’s surface.
After a moment of contemplation, the tired grey eyes followed the pen that his calloused fingers grasped, more black scribbles filling the parchment until
Hail the Great Nothing,
The Void in your Mind,
That contains all of the parts of you,
That you dearly despise,
Worship the Great Nothing,
And its seething grasp,
Allow It to smother you,
In its rotten caress,
Praise the Great Nothing,
The Void in your Heart,
Dare show naught but a smile,
When its fangs rend you apart,
Prostrate before the Great Nothing,
You half-formed vermin, swine!
For what would you even be,
If not for the Nothing’s disguise?
Flagellate yourself for Nothing,
Peel your flesh away,
Confess your guilt,
Bear the Cross,
It will always be this way,
Hold your tongue for Nothing,
Embrace your heart’s decay,
Be tru
Long had she followed the song of the sea, its gentle sighs, its thundering roars, its ominous grumbles, its sorrowful dirges, and all of the colours of sound in between. Alone she walked among the waves, feeling more at peace than in the cacophonous din of a crowd, or the bitter silence of an empty room. Cool and smooth within her grasp, an unoccupied, opalescent shell rested on a chain about her neck, as warm sea-water embraced her ankles in an unceasing cycle. As the fading sunlight danced amongst the ebb and flow of the distant waves, she felt compelled to wade ever deeper until the water flowed about her pale legs and grasped at the e
Agatha and Stryge: COLLAB by OverlordCthulhu, literature
Literature
Agatha and Stryge: COLLAB
A somber shadow fell upon the snowy city streets. Neon signs coloured the night in their dazzling radiance, yet even their light could not banish this murky darkness heralded in by the cold. This frozen darkness knew neither innocence nor guilt, it merely acted upon its inherent nature, blanketing the city and snuffing out warmth wherever it dwelled. Those who could retreated to their homes, where the shadows could not reach them, nor steal their warmth.
Some, however, had little choice in the matter. Poverty, like the dark, had neither bias nor moral code. The impoverished, both young and old, had to endure nights like these, huddling
Predator: DotS Prologue by OverlordCthulhu, literature
Literature
Predator: DotS Prologue
The two yaujta circled, all too familiar with the methods of a fellow hunter. Both waited for an opening, a failing in the other's vigilance. One was slightly larger than his opponent, self-inflicted scars replete upon his mottled flesh, his expressionless mask engraved with tic-marks. He was leaning forward, taking his steps briskly, his whole body quivering as a low growl slithered from his throat. His smaller opponent did not flinch, his comparably unmarred flesh drenched with blood from a fresh kill, his belt adored with the still-dripping skull. In the distance, seven large, grim yaujta watched the two Youngbloods with a stoic demea
When the Sea turns Grey by OverlordCthulhu, literature
Literature
When the Sea turns Grey
Rippling crests of blue and green,
All begin to fade away,
Until it was unremembered what was lost,
When the sea turned grey,
Memories of happiness,
Last only for today,
Listlessness forevermore,
When the sea turns grey,
Although the sun will rise,
There is no light within the day,
Rays of shadow on ashen sands,
When the sea turns grey,
Not enough time to seek happiness,
When we all have our roles to play,
Ever searching for one another,
When the sea turns grey,
Lovers' hands will draw apart,
To their hapless dismay,
Cleaved together, cleaved apart,
When the sea turns grey,
Blood within the water,
Cannot even stay,
Water becomes even thi
Snow falls on black fields
Cherry trees wither alone
I shall rest beneath.
—
Night falls on the land
Borders between life and death
Ink traces the moon.
—
She made no promise
Here I shall remain and wait
Until the stars fade.
—
Emptiness echoes
As waves upon the ocean
Where there are no shores.
—
She smiled at me
Lost inside her kindly eyes
She drifted away.
—
When I am to die
Do not mark my resting place
Let me fade away.
—
Pain is transient
Yet a gloom pervades the spirit
A butterfly wilts.
—
Cherry trees blossom
Yet each petal reminds me
Of days long since past.
̵
The haggard wizard sat behind his simple wooden desk, surrounded by innumerable vials of arcane liquid, ancient grimoires, chemical scents, and devices that defied any conventional description. More recent to the clutter was a small pile of crumpled parchment, each filled with black scribblings representing formulas and innumerable equations. He let out a sigh, his black, stained robes sagging as his shoulders lowered, his ashy beard brushing against his desk’s surface.
After a moment of contemplation, the tired grey eyes followed the pen that his calloused fingers grasped, more black scribbles filling the parchment until
Hail the Great Nothing,
The Void in your Mind,
That contains all of the parts of you,
That you dearly despise,
Worship the Great Nothing,
And its seething grasp,
Allow It to smother you,
In its rotten caress,
Praise the Great Nothing,
The Void in your Heart,
Dare show naught but a smile,
When its fangs rend you apart,
Prostrate before the Great Nothing,
You half-formed vermin, swine!
For what would you even be,
If not for the Nothing’s disguise?
Flagellate yourself for Nothing,
Peel your flesh away,
Confess your guilt,
Bear the Cross,
It will always be this way,
Hold your tongue for Nothing,
Embrace your heart’s decay,
Be tru
Long had she followed the song of the sea, its gentle sighs, its thundering roars, its ominous grumbles, its sorrowful dirges, and all of the colours of sound in between. Alone she walked among the waves, feeling more at peace than in the cacophonous din of a crowd, or the bitter silence of an empty room. Cool and smooth within her grasp, an unoccupied, opalescent shell rested on a chain about her neck, as warm sea-water embraced her ankles in an unceasing cycle. As the fading sunlight danced amongst the ebb and flow of the distant waves, she felt compelled to wade ever deeper until the water flowed about her pale legs and grasped at the e
Agatha and Stryge: COLLAB by OverlordCthulhu, literature
Literature
Agatha and Stryge: COLLAB
A somber shadow fell upon the snowy city streets. Neon signs coloured the night in their dazzling radiance, yet even their light could not banish this murky darkness heralded in by the cold. This frozen darkness knew neither innocence nor guilt, it merely acted upon its inherent nature, blanketing the city and snuffing out warmth wherever it dwelled. Those who could retreated to their homes, where the shadows could not reach them, nor steal their warmth.
Some, however, had little choice in the matter. Poverty, like the dark, had neither bias nor moral code. The impoverished, both young and old, had to endure nights like these, huddling
Predator: DotS Prologue by OverlordCthulhu, literature
Literature
Predator: DotS Prologue
The two yaujta circled, all too familiar with the methods of a fellow hunter. Both waited for an opening, a failing in the other's vigilance. One was slightly larger than his opponent, self-inflicted scars replete upon his mottled flesh, his expressionless mask engraved with tic-marks. He was leaning forward, taking his steps briskly, his whole body quivering as a low growl slithered from his throat. His smaller opponent did not flinch, his comparably unmarred flesh drenched with blood from a fresh kill, his belt adored with the still-dripping skull. In the distance, seven large, grim yaujta watched the two Youngbloods with a stoic demea
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Unseen Pulse by OverlordCthulhu, literature
Literature
Unseen Pulse
One can look in oneself and find nothing but torment.
Imagine a world so much like our own,
Simply making these simple changes,
Devoid of time,
Devoid of artificial constructs,
Devoid of humanity,
Devoid of life,
Devoid of terrestrial bodies.
There only lies the sea,
And the stars,
The shores that consist only of the horizon meeting the sky.
Now, listen...
In the vastness, easily heard,
The beating of an ancient heart.
A rhythm that has existed since time immemorial,
That starts in this world's core,
And echoes between the void betwixt stars.
A pulse that all can hear, but none choose to listen to.
Much like the beating of o
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