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|Tempus Fugit, Mors Venit (standard:horror, 2381 words)|
|Author: Anthony Lund||Added: Apr 18 2006||Views/Reads: 2524/1247||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A poetic take on Death inspired by the style of Edgar Allan Poe.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story gain knowledge to build and to burn, to think and speak in a way that would change as the centuries and millennia rolled by. I'm sure you recall the tale of the snake, the serpent of often dubious intention. He did indeed exist and tempt us to eat the fruit and through him my fate came to be. By that time I had children to continue our growth, though more of their story I will later tell, so no mercy was shown when I succumbed to the beast and took a bite of the apple forbidden to me. The voice of my creator did shake the land and his hand above me it did appear. With an ancient command spoken from His tongue the flesh from my bones did begin to tear. The indescribable agony that tore me apart was the last pain I would ever feel as a man, and as I fell to the floor in pool of blood and gore, my eyes were ripped out to leave an eternal stare. Unseen hands groped inside my body, claws piercing muscle and organs at will. I was not able to defend myself against them as my intestines were spilt on the floor. My heart was squeezed with cruel callous hands and the immense pain brought a violent spasm until the chambers collapsed. My life came to an end and I lost my soul and my life forever more. Then the pain was gone and I was left as a frame of bones upon crimson grass I could not feel. The senses I had known, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste had departed with my flesh and been replaced by two new ones that chilled my bones, changed my vision to shades of death and gave me the smells of decay that filled my skull and would never from memory be erased. Then the voice of God spoke to me with words that seemed to come from in my head. ‘This is your curse until the end of existence, the burden you will carry for your crime. You will walk this earth through thousands of years with nothing but the power of Death at your fingers. Now you must take your first victim right here for to start your task I can see no better time' I rose to my feet, naked bones, nothing more, and turned to face my love, Eve, with no emotion as tears streamed from her eyes and dripped from her chin, while she knew she stared Death in the face. I reached out a hand and touched her breast to stop her heart so she fell where she stood. She was the first of an infinitum of lives that would be taken by me without trace I was banished from the Garden as is only right for a murderer cannot be granted such luxury. I left behind my love, my children and my faith to walk in the darkness that only I could see. At the Gates of the Garden I saw my face, a hollow shadow on the shining silver post, and that was when I saw for the very first time that no-one – not even I – could recognize me. Chapter 4 - The Price I lived in exile for many years after first using the touch of death which was mine, with only the price and purpose that I knew would be mine forever in time. For those years of exile removed from me the last human thoughts I possessed and replaced them with nothing and an emptiness that filled the hollow carcass of mine. I could measure the days and nights but found no reason to gage their passing. I was never going to die so I did not need to worry of how I would use what remained for me. I felt neither heat of the day, nor cold of night, did not know the touch of the desert sand and could not taste the waters that ran so clear. apart from my curse I had no reason to be. That curse did come to be just that when I was finally required to use my touch again to end the so short life of a mortal man and I retread my steps back to the Garden's Gate. Some things remain mysteries in our eyes, like how I always knew who I had been sent to find and when my dark gaze fell upon my eldest son any thoughts of saving my soul began to dissipate. The sons and daughters of Adam and Eve were doomed to die one day as they all knew. I had never thought it would be by my own hand their last breaths from their bodies would be claimed. That was the lesson I learned well and fast, that Death waits for all men through their lives. No matter what others see take that life the price I pay is I am always to blame. Chapter 5 - The Long Road Of Time So my journey as the Death of men began with my love and my son then when on through the early years when the race was young, when humans were fresh and new. I froze the blood of the first civilizations, closed their hearts in their chests as they stood. I saw Noah's demise after he survived the flood of God and the others who died in the waters deep and blue. In the new world that came next I travelled on until my time once again came. I took the lives of man, woman and child as their images came into my eyes. Prophets and Kings were no different, no different than the paupers and the beggars. Even the Son of God, yes Christ himself found, for a short while, that every man dies. On down the long road I wandered, my fleshless feet walking on sand, stone and dirt. Through hundreds of years in floating black robes, alone but for the souls of the departed. Their haunting cries belong to only me, their sorrow and pain mine for eternity and although I do not feel I still know too well of those left behind in their wake broken hearted. Pontius Pilate and William the First. Marco Polo, Columbus and Henry VII to name a few all fell to the power of my deadly hand, Their power in life meaning nothing to Death. Leaders Lincoln, Hitler and Churchill. Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach of the music world. The victims of Jack The Ripper too did die slain like the tragic character of Macbeth. My way now goes on and on, millennia have passed me by without a glance as I have taken innocent lives like roses from a bush. From newborn babies to a Princess so sublime I have watched the pain I cause through this darkness I exist within; unable to feel, unable to love as the people do. Only able to move on along the long road of time. Chapter 6 - Reflections So there you are, you know my tale from gruesome beginning to the lonesome end. I'm not sure what you think of me now or if you even heard anything of what I've said. I would like to say I do not blame you if you feel sorry for me, hate me or are unsure of what you should feel for this creature, this monster of creation that will render you dead. All I ask is do not fear that I may come and steal your life as you slumber at night, for there is a much worse fate that could wait for you than to die by my treacherous hand. I'm sure you'll agree that the fate which is mine is quite fittingly a fate worse than death. To walk through time with infinite souls in tow without emotion that other men can command. But as I have said do not waste your pity on such a wretched abomination of God as I. I do not feel it, cannot thank you for it and in the end by my finger you will still pass on. I would say I am glad that I do not feel but the emotion of joy also passes me by. At least I do not suffer the hurt felt by those left behind when they find their lovers and friends have gone. My one regret, if I could have one that is, was the death of my one true love, Eve. Back then in the Garden I was a complete man, I had everything right there before me. I have asked myself many times why I had to be cursed with this affliction of immortality, To travel on and on the long road to the end of time, To go unseen by people who do not recognize me. I will leave you now for my journey goes on and will do long after everyone around me is dead. I do not know when your time will come just yet but I guarantee I will be there to see you go. So be grateful of the time you have here for your greatest gift is that it is relatively short. Eternal life is not always what it seems and I have realized it moves agonizingly slow. I walk along the cobbled street, just the shadow of a man once called Adam. Death is my name until the end of the race of man when what will become of me I cannot foresee. I have hoped many times that at end of days God will finally rest my bones in the ground, but the other souls of the departed will not let me rest as I know they are all sure to recognize me. Tweet
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