Low in the south rainclouds were forming, the darkness marring the dim green of the rainforest, its countenance already beginning to dull without the bright crimson queen at its helm. The darkness was falling upon it, the two she had left at its helm already being challenged in worth, in ability, in anything and everything possible so that the grubbing worms of the forest might feast upon the throne left vacant. The mists of hell were beginning to gather, softly forming in her own land…circular patterns about those maggots whose “loyalties” suddenly dissolved with the footsteps of their once cherished queen. From the rocks hanging upon the eyries of the eagles she patiently kept watch over her beloved homeland, her gaze directed at once towards those she had left it to. They seemed to be moving quite well towards recovery, much the same as she was, but still there was a dark spot growing upon her bright Hollow, the dark, clawing sore of greed. She was well aware that already coalitions were rising against those she had chosen, and for that her mind began to burn, a cleansing flame of pure, undeniable hatred that ever flared when her will not now explicitly obeyed. Already she was beginning to heal amongst those she had long called allies, the pathway back to the Hollow crooked and overrun with the foliage of regret and forgetfulness…yet those greens would burn beneath her footfalls, her limbs would spark and she would be carried directly from the north to the south on a trek that was sure to only end in bloodshed…the bloodshed of an insignificant creature at the hands of an unpredictable soul.

The rocks were hard, unforgiving beneath her feet, and yet she continued to pick her way down from the heights. Forward, the fog was her shelter as she made her way onward, slipping across the stones of betrayal and onto the broad plain of destruction. To her left, the open lands of the hawks, and to her right, the crashing waves of the gulls…two lands she had every intention of visiting, two lands to play psychiatrist to her patient, but for now her feet would not bear witness to her thoughts. She set off, the foothills a tiring climb and a quickening fall, onward through the common lands of the kingdom. She was a forest fire of anger, of rage, a thesaurus of emotions that had every intention of culminating upon the heads of those who already thought to betray her reign. The cool air whipped against her visage and she turned away, only to delve further into the oncoming storm. The surface changed beneath her feet with every step forward she strove to take, her gait a snapping flame against the emerald of the forest she entered in silence. She slowed, inhaling the sweet scent of the evergreens and temperate plants, stopping for a moment to climb into the heights above the central portion of the hollow, to overlook and to calm her frazzled nerves. She paused, allowing the fading light of day to caress her form as it ever had, and then stepped down a well worn path, unused by others…a secret of her reign upon which she could commune with the single creature to bypass her emotions and take up residence within her heart.

She came upon the bones in silence, spread upon the forest floor in a small clearing…a clearing shorn by her own teeth and time, an offering to the love that she would never see again. The ivory remains still bore witness to a life well led as an amazon, still curling about the foliage as he had as a living creature, cradling the emerald shoots in an offering to the earth that had both brought him forth and taken him away. At his left curled the skeleton of the snake that had directed him into the shadow land, and to it she gave a quick snarl, a quick sigh, before turning back to lower herself at te side of default. The splendor of his obsidian pelt had long worn away, but for a minute she believed that she still felt the warmth of his body at her side, the warmth that had both comforted and alluded her upon those first months of her reign. But time passes and so must she, raising herself to her limbs once more to continue upon her lonesome trek. The flame of hate once more burned within her eyes, callous and vociferous in the darkness, as she crept forward into the gray center of the hollow. The sleeping forms of the inhabitants were first to invade the sanctity of her eyes, eyes that finally alighted upon the steward and stewardess locked in a soft conversation concerning the lands they had been willed.

She knew then they were capable, but she doubted the others, the others who had so long called themselves loyal and now called for no more than an overthrow, a mutiny of those in whose charge the hollow would weather the storm of the queen’s absence. To those creatures, to those who intended to take the throne by force, for either their own greed or their own hate, she promised a silent retribution, a bringing down of hell as the dimension had never seen before. As many could see, she was recovering nicely, her ways and intentions were once again back to those she had once exhibited as a young monarch…yet there was something beneath all of those surface inconsistencies, the flame of reprisal and destruction had once again been kindled within the heart of the unpredictable soul. She snarled her vengeance to the darkness, she promised any and all to take a stand against the stewards that their death would be their prize. Perhaps they had misunderstood, for the stewards only stood in the place of the true monarch…a monarch who was, almost at this point, prepared to destroy all those within her kingdom in a vile intention to keep her kingdom. But the setting sun had passed and she had tarried far too long, the first strokes of the rising sun were beginning to shed themselves upon the keep and she had cause to be gone before the sun finally rose upon a new day.

So, away into the darkness the demon once again stalked, her footfalls remnants of the promise she had made while all slumbered, while all slept…her time was better spent in the heights of the crest, and from the borders of the hollow already she could see the eagles waking from their evenings rest. There had been no rest for the Queen of the Amazons on this eve, for it had been spent in a promise of death, a promise that only an unpredictable soul could enact upon a landscape. With no more than a backward turn of her head, her eyes grazing all that had begun to wake while she had paused, she set off once more towards the crest, her body aching for the soft snowfalls that she had already lent her heart to…sleep well Hollow, for my eye is still upon you

[ v a l i e n t e ]
my wrath shall fall upon you

[ v a l i e n t e ]
absolution is my calling

[ f i v e t i m e s ]
have i seen spring arrive

[ f e m a l e ]
is my unfortunate curse

[ a r a b i a m ]
blood flows through my veins

[ r e a l i s t i c ]
is how i choose to portray myself in this life

[ d e r a n g e d ]
is the way my mind contorts itself

[ j e s s e r s ; the next tolkien ]
is my quirky puppetteer

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i lurk in the shadows here
[ email - jlg421@psu.edu ]
i kill in the shadows here
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i destroy in the shadows here

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