In
The Demon’s Head #108: Bullets In The Dark
May
3, 2013
Finally
Friday, I hope that your work week has gone by rather smoothly. I’m excited
that today marks the third and final part in this week’s story. Today’s piece
chronicles the end of a journey to save the world. If you haven’t read the
first two parts then click here for part 1, and here for part 2. Let’s take a
look at today’s picture:
Bullets
In The Dark
Down
through the Rabbit hole,
And
across the underground city,
They
kept telling me that I was the savior,
That
I would stop this kind of destruction,
I
trekked across the city,
Walking
day and night,
And
on the fourth day,
I
walked first heard it,
The
gunshots,
Exchanging,
Back
and forth,
Followed
by explosions,
I
slowly noticed that the city was turning,
Into
a dark, dark black
The
further I went,
The
darker things got,
I
breathed in,
Noticing
that the smell of death,
Was
lingering in my nose,
As
I got closer to the battlefield,
I
could no longer smell air,
Instead
only the stench of charred flesh,
Would
hold in my nose,
I
watched from afar as the sky was lit up,
I
took a deep breath,
And
I wondered,
And
almost as if on command,
As
I crossed the threshold,
Of
the battlefield,
The
gunfire stopped,
Everyone
watched me,
As
I walked into the center of the of the carnage,
I
felt every eye on me,
And
I heard,
Guns
hit the ground,
I
watched as they’re faces,
Stared
in disbelief,
I
stopped in between them,
And
begin to talk,
I
tell them that the world,
Could
be a better place,
Should
they stop they’re fighting,
They
hang onto to every word,
And
slowly I start to watch them walk away,
Leaving
their weapons behind,
I
waited,
And
watched,
As
the last of them walked away,
Patting
me on the back,
I
felt like I had achieved so much,
So
fast,
And
with so little effort,
I
couldn’t believe it,
I
began the walk back through the city,
From
which I had came,
The
trip back,
Seemed
to take less time,
Then
before,
I
finally reached the hole,
From
which I came,
Where
I met my batwingged friends again,
“Congrats,”
They
said,
“It’s
now it’s your time to go back home,”
They
pat me on the back,
And
in a whirl,
I
was standing back in the forest,
The
trees were still in the same place,
But
now in the sky,
I
see the green skies,
Swirling,
And
I can only hope that I have the luck,
Above
the ground,
That
I had in the rabbit hole,
About
This Piece
Originally
I wasn’t a fan of the idea of using this weeks pictures for the purpose I did.
I have to say that the entire story turned out really good. I hope that you
enjoyed the entire story. I’d love your feedback and thoughts in the comments
section.
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