Collection #4 - Power
Gladiator
The sun beamed through the gratings as my chains were unlocked.
“Go brute, entertain the commodus.”
I stooped low, anointing myself with blood-soaked remains of the last gladiator. “I’ve led armies”.
Sword in hand, I stepped insolently into the arena. The pits of hell. Fire and monsters at each corner.
The Minotaur maniacally swung his mace. I sidestepped with ease and plunged my sword into his neck.
The rabble roared.
A gust of wind whispered as I grasped a fallen spear. “The time has arrived. For your men, Maximus.”
I launched it towards the royal box.
The theatre stood still.
The Traveller
As the train set off, I stared out the window. “What’s next?”
Then she lovingly asked, “Where have you been, dear, that causes you upset?”
I gazed wearily at the traveller lady, cinnamon red hair blazing like a phoenix, and the brightest, magic green eyes defying her age.
Then uttered. “On a journey. I fix the broken. But I end up like them. Every time.”
Her glare pierced my soul as if Spirit itself was shaking me back to life.
“Cherish your gift, child. Rejoice in who you are to others. And never ask why.
She will be here soon”.
Moonchild
It’s my sacred time of the month. When things. Happen.
All this feral rage. And I’m hungry. Ravenous.
My curse rises, ripping apart my mind and flesh.
They say powered by unholy things.
And it’s at night. As the silver moonlight pierces my skin. I transform.
My bones break, twist, and shift, and I snarl as my fur grows thick.
My claws cut through the cold and my fangs shimmer like stars.
Ready to hunt.
“Arrghhh-woooooo”. I smell how the villagers fear my cry.
My memory starts to fade. Swallowed by craze and chaos.
Moon child. Go free and devour.