All Was Still, All Was Silent ( Part 1 )

All was still.

      All was silent.

The evening air

was crisp, quiet

Only the slight

rustling of leaves

from the occasional breeze

could be heard or seen

in the short time between

the dusk

and the darkness

The sun dropped behind

the golden horizon

A black fog settled in,

fully encompassing

the last glistening streaks

of dying daylight

Here, deep in the heart

of unknown scenery,

unseen by the eyes

of modern man

Not yet contaminated

Not yet desecrated …

The clock struck nine.

Something stirred…

Something born

in ages past,

bound and sealed

by deep magic

that elders had cast

in a forgotten story

untold by history

The spell’s power

was limited by time,

much of which

had gone by

since the great war

of a civilization

had been raged

against its despised foe,

with determination

Deep beneath the soil,

the sound of chains

disrupted the stillness

with metallic grinding

of enchanted adamant,

clashing with barriers

created to prevent

an apocalyptic event…

© copyright Ben D.A 2011

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