Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Fire Burns

He stood before the blaze,victorious. Terrible in his victory, fearsome in his insanity. He had proven his point. The fact that all who might accept it lay dead and smoldering couldn't make it's way past the haze that shrouded his mind. Even if it had, he probably wouldn't have cared, for all that mattered was that he had won.

"Inferior was I? A man of lesser intellect? Someone unworthy of your time?" His rage grew with every word, his nostrils flaring, his eyes widening, "Have you no more insults? I doubt it.Because all you can do now is BURN!" he screamed.

And as his words echoed in the chamber of his mind, he felt cold horror creeping up his spine. As the haze lifted, he realized what he had done, the monstrosity he had become, for the sake of wounded pride. The flames beckoned, offering purgatory and oblivion both. He answered their call and threw himself forward. And as the fire consumed him, he laughed at the futility of it all.

For the fires still burnt.


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