Today on Drabble Wednesday we fly
with our dark winged friends, and death...
The Termination Onyx
Across the sky shadows grew.
Mottled streaks of soft gray into
coal black patches covered blue and spread through the white clouds. From the
tip of the world to the farthest horizon the shadows crept, and when they
reached around the planet, the feathers fell as rain.
Stygian dark and sharp as razors,
they sliced through air and trees and flesh, and when they struck the ground
the earth shook and cracked. Cities became ruin, mountains fractured, and seas
boiled.
Apocalypse, the inhabitants
called it.
Annihilation Day.
The Universe knew it better by
another name.
The Day the Angels Died.
~*~
The Ravens
On darkling wings the ravens
flew.
A black spot across the midday
sun, the trio of birds soared over the meadows and the forests, past the farms
and towns. Every door closed against them, every shutter barred to their
presence. The people of Arajyn knew what the ravens heralded.
Every soul waited in fear for its
coming.
Children sobbed, parents prayed. And
gave thanks when the ravens passed them by.
Until the birds descended,
roosting in a tree outside the village of Syarien. Every voice in that village
wailed, knowing they had been chosen.
Sacrifices to the God of Death.
~*~
Black Wings and a Story
Tell me a story you said.
So I did.
But you didn’t like the ending,
did you?
I can’t say that I blame you. I
tricked you, just a bit. You didn’t know what would happen.
Now did you?
If you did, if you knew who I
was, then you wouldn’t have listened.
Would you?
No one wants the Raven King to
tell them a story.
For, you know, my stories are
never free.
Their ending always come with a
price.
Poor you. You paid, didn’t you?
You paid when I plucked out your
eyes, and sliced out your tongue.
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