schlachtenbummlerin

Outside the open window  the sorry sight of a tree encircled with rambling weeds  a dark spot in the gloomy,  obscure landscape  No one to clear of its weeds  No one to prune it No one to water it  No one to love it  Abandoned by the ones  who once planted it  His boney limbs stretched out as if to grab human flesh jolted by the blustery, November winds Crawling millipedes, oozy insects with glowing eyes and vast antennas  plague the leafs tearing them to shreds  Suctioning and digesting every single remaining drop of life  Thick black liquid pours down the fragile truck,  like an infested, nasty wound straining the corp  It reaches the drained out, thirsty roots who slowly grope their way on to the crusty surface, not being able to hold the tree upright any longer  In the bleakness of this starless night,  the tree reminds of a forgotten monstrosity,  enraged with his neglection,  on the verge of ...

The night begins to stretch into eternity  like an occult, mystic casted spell Shadows glide silently into the dense forest leaving a trace of  fairy   dust  behind  among them the most enchanted being Floating over the moist undergrowth Humming a nymphish melody Reminiscing about her  fairy  companions  she completely merges into her surroundings  her long, silver hair shimmers in the wain of the moonlight her cherry lips tremble indicating  her going into ecstasy Thrilled by the magic of the forest with eudemonia and excitement  entwining her kind soul A thunderbolt strikes  deterring peace, declaring war A superior force, like an inconceivable curse alters a destiny  by violently grabbing the helpless  fairy by tearing her fragile wings apart by forcing her into a bottle similar to some kind of exceptional insect Petrified she remains silent  Only vaguely she perceives the cold whispers  “you are safe now...