Where I Was Born- by: unknown forgotten
There was a dark magic there by the river
In the spot where the moss covers everything upon the banks
The open space where the earthen floor is open and un-treed
Walls of moss laden rocks surround the plot
But they allow a natural narrow entrance to the wicked place
It opens up to reveal a small dark lawn of thick deep moss
Several brooding willow trees hang darkly over it's head
Virtually blocking all sunlight from ever reaching ground
Atop the surrounding boulders small thickets and bushes have made
Thorns and thistles stop anything from climbing atop
And by the river the water runs smooth at a near stop
It's depth is unreachable and infinite right from the shore
It's entire pool so black as it can't be seen through
It's filled with chilled water cold as ice no matter what time of year
Only the entrance has any welcoming trait
For through it you see across to the white raging river and sunlight rippling down
This is what is enticing, the beautiful roaring scene across the way, it seems so distant, so bright
But once you enter the place darkness falls on your face
The temperature drops to an extreme discomfort and shoots shivers down your back
In the very center you notice a fire pit full of cold gray ash
Black embers leftover from god knows what witches plight
You could stand for but a minute and it would feel of hours, days, maybe even weeks
You eyes peeling hardly to look further into the waters you saw from outside
But now it looks less like raging water than could have imagined before
But of an evil surge that tricks the eye and where black magic runs through and reigns
Perhaps you see a violent blue dragon flying quickly where bubbling white water was
Or a pack of fiery white lions rushing by, their manes flying wildly and largely in the wind
The flies over the water grow more numerous and thicken by the second
Their buzzing sound getting louder all the time until it's all you can hear
Swarms of black clouds circle and hover out above the water
Until one massive cloud blocks your entire sight of the outside out
The black pool by the shore by which you've been standing near now begins to churn with uncanny power
Salamanders of black bubble up from it's depths
Hundreds upon thousands squirming in and out, all through the deep green moss
Their slimy bodies piling up cover the entire earth floor
They writhe in the fire pit's ashes until the pit erupts in an massive manner
Flames reach to the willow trees singing their lowest leaves
The salamanders squeal as it dries and burns their skin
And in not but a moment the flies come rushing to it's bright light
The entire place is consumed in frenzy with nowhere to duck or hide
You fall to the ground for cover and the salamanders wet and cold cling to your skin
In the writhing mass you can cry out to heaven but it won't do a thing
In the hellish place you can run to the entrance but it won't ever be found
You can cling and attempt to climb the walls but the shedding moss will drop you down
You can jump to the waters but the salamanders will pull you under to the depths
Or you can stand and let the flies do the devouring in a painful manner of minutes
The only thing one can do once they've entered and seen this place
Is throw their body on the fire as a self sacrifice and lay themselves down to eternal rest
This is where my evil clad mother of a black heart conceived me that cursed day so long ago
With all the other cultic witches present to cast spells and perform chants
They rejoiced when I was pulled from the womb and the fire burned white
Stories say a black salamander crawled out from my mouth and gave me first breathe
Then they presented my soul to Beelzebub, the lord of the flies in hell
My mother died that very same day in the way of ancient ritual rights
She lowered herself into the black pool and sank to the depths with the salamanders forever to stay
And this is why my eyes are black and my heart so dead and cold
For I was cursed from the start I had no choice when I was born
There was a dark magic there by the river
In the spot where the moss covers everything upon the banks
The open space where the earthen floor is open and un-treed
Walls of moss laden rocks surround the plot
But they allow a natural narrow entrance to the wicked place
It opens up to reveal a small dark lawn of thick deep moss
Several brooding willow trees hang darkly over it's head
Virtually blocking all sunlight from ever reaching ground
Atop the surrounding boulders small thickets and bushes have made
Thorns and thistles stop anything from climbing atop
And by the river the water runs smooth at a near stop
It's depth is unreachable and infinite right from the shore
It's entire pool so black as it can't be seen through
It's filled with chilled water cold as ice no matter what time of year
Only the entrance has any welcoming trait
For through it you see across to the white raging river and sunlight rippling down
This is what is enticing, the beautiful roaring scene across the way, it seems so distant, so bright
But once you enter the place darkness falls on your face
The temperature drops to an extreme discomfort and shoots shivers down your back
In the very center you notice a fire pit full of cold gray ash
Black embers leftover from god knows what witches plight
You could stand for but a minute and it would feel of hours, days, maybe even weeks
You eyes peeling hardly to look further into the waters you saw from outside
But now it looks less like raging water than could have imagined before
But of an evil surge that tricks the eye and where black magic runs through and reigns
Perhaps you see a violent blue dragon flying quickly where bubbling white water was
Or a pack of fiery white lions rushing by, their manes flying wildly and largely in the wind
The flies over the water grow more numerous and thicken by the second
Their buzzing sound getting louder all the time until it's all you can hear
Swarms of black clouds circle and hover out above the water
Until one massive cloud blocks your entire sight of the outside out
The black pool by the shore by which you've been standing near now begins to churn with uncanny power
Salamanders of black bubble up from it's depths
Hundreds upon thousands squirming in and out, all through the deep green moss
Their slimy bodies piling up cover the entire earth floor
They writhe in the fire pit's ashes until the pit erupts in an massive manner
Flames reach to the willow trees singing their lowest leaves
The salamanders squeal as it dries and burns their skin
And in not but a moment the flies come rushing to it's bright light
The entire place is consumed in frenzy with nowhere to duck or hide
You fall to the ground for cover and the salamanders wet and cold cling to your skin
In the writhing mass you can cry out to heaven but it won't do a thing
In the hellish place you can run to the entrance but it won't ever be found
You can cling and attempt to climb the walls but the shedding moss will drop you down
You can jump to the waters but the salamanders will pull you under to the depths
Or you can stand and let the flies do the devouring in a painful manner of minutes
The only thing one can do once they've entered and seen this place
Is throw their body on the fire as a self sacrifice and lay themselves down to eternal rest
This is where my evil clad mother of a black heart conceived me that cursed day so long ago
With all the other cultic witches present to cast spells and perform chants
They rejoiced when I was pulled from the womb and the fire burned white
Stories say a black salamander crawled out from my mouth and gave me first breathe
Then they presented my soul to Beelzebub, the lord of the flies in hell
My mother died that very same day in the way of ancient ritual rights
She lowered herself into the black pool and sank to the depths with the salamanders forever to stay
And this is why my eyes are black and my heart so dead and cold
For I was cursed from the start I had no choice when I was born
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