The Dark Below

by WindigogoGadget

Lamentations

Inhale.

With the world's final breath, the world turned beautiful. From every shining ruin and every derelict home, did many flowers of every tree and every color of every thought and design sprout. Blossoms bloomed in pools of blood and violent fields, cradling the dead in gentle wreathes and comforting the remaining living, guiding them to places further unseen.

Leviathan held no more power, and across every layer of the realm did warm rains fall around in every land bereft of mercy. Fat raindrops like tears fell from the skies, as leviathan rained upon the world with its own tears. Powerless. Impotent. Be it in the shining skies of the layer of peace, or within the storming lands of hardship of Paradise, the tears of the great beasts mercy fell freely. There was nothing it could to do stop what was set in motion now, only watch, hope, and do. Helpless, the sacred beast felt its mind slip, and madness wanted to overtake its heart.

With an exhale, skies cracked and the sun flickered and dimmed, illusions of reality breaking and bursting at the seams. Rage. Rage against the dying of the light. To not go gentle into that good night. Time itself shattered, and the world became locked in time. Suns would not set, and the crumbling would stop, but this world was gone. The cost of a fatal error, a ritual foil- for the weapon was turned against all evil, and in their hubris, they failed to see that they too had become like the word they despised.

The world was gone.

Beautiful.

Author's Note:

The roads to home mourn
for no one comes to her appointed festivals.

Now
all her gateways lay desolate
her priests groan
and her children grieve
and she is in bitter anguish.

Her masters have become her foes
and her enemies at ease.

Laid low has she been
brought grief from those she sheltered.

The enemy has laid hands on all her treasures
the hearts of the innocent in her sanctuary
now tainted and groaning.

Her children now hide in exile
and all splendor now departs from her bones.
She weeps for now her children are destitute under her ruins
the enemy has prevailed.

Comments

[kvazar]

I don't quite understand is world dead? There was no mention of Celestia and nothing of sorts.