A Dribble of Drabbles

(The transformation of Elf to orc)
fear, pain, death, sword
Soften, maimed, torture, focus






Ah, to soften the pain. How is it that the stars are gone? Have they truly disappeared? Or are my eyes no longer seeing? They join my maimed soul. The torture of my very being is gradually driving me insane. It is so dark. Even my eyes cannot penetrate the blanket of nothingness that surrounds me. The focus of my being is now on just breathing. There is a gradual halt to my sensibilities. The light of my life is dimming. The dark slowly claims me. The stars, my delight, are forever gone. Never again to see them. NO! Rebirth.