T N TTT N T2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Written in dirt because he can't touch water
Red and white lines color the thing he holds now in his black hands
Made from his enemies (they're his enemies)
Made from this sand (he hates sand)
And tied together with vines and tree limbs, things he'd found from some poor adventurer who hadn't made it.
None of them make it
In The End.
He's seen them do this before,
Make this substance
He's sure it explodes
And its heavy in his hands
Heavier than dirt,
Lighter than stone;
He knows it will pack a punch
Helpess and quiet
Moaning and groaning
He doesn't see the red and white
He doesn't see the dirt:
He ambles his way towards the lights of the villiage
He's ready to eat, to feast on the brains of the
And he steps on a pressure plate-
A pressure plate
And he doesn't live to see the explosion.