Musings of an unwanted child, unheard.
Cries of a grotesque wretch, ignored.
Will, ever, this monster find tranquility?
Shards broken, chains splintered.
Sword tenebrous, body mangled.
Will, ever, this man find peace?
Head vertiginous, hands maimed.
Eyes disabled, senses repugnant.
Will, ever, this child find peace?
Tears falling, nothing caring.
Heart wounded, no one cared.
He was a fool to even hope for love.
Nay, he deserved it not.
Not after what he did.
What did he ever commit?
E̶̐̋x̷̪͛í̵͖s̷̈̈t̴̨̽ḯ̵̥n̵̋g.
A strophe to the tragedy, yet only a small stanza in the grand scheme of things.
His once sapphire-blue orbs, maimed, yet reconstructed by The Great Red.
A gray void, left.
A stricken vermilion, right.
Purified were the disgusting golden mane, replaced by a beautiful shade of deathly ivory.
Pain.
Only pain.
Excruciating pain.
S̷̩͠w̴̺̱̝̿́̉e̸̼̔̇̈́ę̸̋̎t̷̨̞̓ ̵̻̄p̵̹͈̝͘ą̷̻̆̓ị̴̯̄̓n̴͕̊͆͒.
Shards.
Chains.
One broken, the other binding in a harrowing embrace.
Just like him.
Irreparable.
Imprisoning.
Yes, this was him.
Reborn by The Great Red, he walked towards the water, grasping for something as dark ichor pooled in each step, hardening and hovering towards him.
"Not… this… not… thi-"
A horde of caliginous shards and chains impaled him from every direction, silencing the pair of trembling lips and turning everything into a shade of deep Crimson.
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Fracti Onyx
FanfikceLike a broken mirror, he saw himself in the thousand shards. So broken. So alike. Chains, all-binding, imprisoning him in its poisonous embrace. A wretched existence, wanting to live. The Great Red, death-laden, yet a turning point for this scoundre...
