XI WK V: Adverse (3-1) vs. Master Rock (3-1) (MASTER ROCK WINS)

[Frank]

Season 11 XI

VERSES: Monday, January, 16th, 11:59 P.M. Western / 2:59 A.M. Eastern / 7:59 A.M. UK. 24 Hour Ext: Mod/Opponent Discretion

VOTES: Wednesday, January 18th, 11:59 P.M. Western / 2:59 A.M. Eastern / 7:59 A.M. UK. 3 Vote Requirement Enforced/Penalty

MAXIMUM: 48 Lines: 64 IF AGREED UPON!

Goodluck! @Adverse @Master Rock

TOPIC:

[Master Rock]

Oh no!!! Not Adverse!!! Lol! I'm going to have to take extra care on this one.

[Adverse]

Yay I get an opponent that will show up, what’s up Rock?

Check

[Master Rock]

Ext Please @Adverse

[Adverse]

Yeah that’s fine

[Master Rock]

Dragging my creaking limbs through the shadows of this frigid atmosphere...drenched in cold sweat
I can feel the reaper in the mist as he draws near,
leaving trails of scorched earth behind, the cold sears the ground, life declines,
wilting away, brittling benign decay, scythe rips the turf away
The air's bitterly cold, death reaches out its digits attempting to take ahold,
inching towards me in a way where I can feel it's toll, splintering,
the weight of air pushing me down delivering
stabs, like a thousand needles, syringe jab, nip in the night,
I'm quivering pleading for my soul, hoping that these aren't my last rites
body shaking, my spirit aching, I'm gasping for breath in the dense fog,
darkness laughs, ready to feast, what a disgusting hog, this fire pit
blazing, the ambers spit, upon its ravenous appetite I witness its mouths drip
for nothing sweet, just the maggots that are festering upon the flesh of rotted meat
the butcher is ready for swine, no surrender, and no retreat
everyone needs to nourish, I broke bread, but their fill is to eat
gluttony, apparently, jealousy is the poor man's lunchmeat,
In the woods, these men are armed and strapped to the teeth
There's no rest inside this piece
of me frantically throbbing, my blood rushing pounding, the heartbeats
the death drums and hear the song in silent deep sweep
as I hear them speak, as well as the echoing howls amongst the beast
These once so-called friends are now the enemy, and solace's thief
in the night to steal my light, flash before my eyes, I hear my mother's cries
heeding the warning that those men aren't quite your size
disregarding her message, because I believed my own ignorance lies, in bed with gullibility,
pillow-fighting with my own sensibilities
With every step I take, another flood of memories begin to break, while I gasp for breath
Laughter, good times, right now this turn of events take, left
cross my chest, I fall to my knees, face in the dirt turn to repent
while I hear the forest exhale, breathe, its vents
They inch closer, I could sense their scent
in the dew, they draw closer while I'm running on instinct and I don't know what to do
I hear the rustling leaves, twigs crack while they pursue, while shots rang out
I stumbled into a bush within view, disguised inside,
and glimpsed at their ravenous figures armed with their devilish stride,
the moonlight cried
But in corner of my eyes, while my tears welted inside, through the dense haze,
in the distance a glint began to spark in a fiery blaze,
heard it speaking to me in a low hum draped, seek me for escape
take my hand before death forms its shape
I grasp as a light radiated around my chase, astonished as it bore me so tight
in its glistening wings golden fire stunning bright
The seraphim beamed ready to deliver me from my threatening plight
stunned the hunters' eyes gleam filled with their light, as they gazed upon its heavenly sight,
Falling to their knees begging for forgiveness as a final plead
The demons get expunged ending their dark deeds
I watched as I basked in the seraph's light
grace was upon me as walked into the torn pages of future's write

[Master Rock]

...

[Frank]

@Adverse

[Frank]

@Master Rock
WINS!