Fire

what's fire? infernal flames that lick at your feet in the doldrums of hell ? or passion and desire? well i would believe it to be both. The infernal fires burning in that furnance of yours churns and makes the blood boil. Feel the exhilaration, the adrenaline rush, the blood rush to the head. Smell the air. The scent of the hunted makes your instincts run wild and take charge. The fool. He charges. He underestimates you. He believes that his giant size will crush all in his path. Its David vs e Goliath. But this David, he feels the passion, the bloodlust, the BLOODLUST. The thrist for blood, the burning urge to kill drives his senses into overdrive. He senses the kill. Without hesitation, he rushes out from the pack. He smashes into the Goliath. The crunching of bones echo, followed by a scream of intense and utmost agony. But before the scream becomes fully audible, The remaining pack of wolfs bears down on the goliath. Plunging their fangs into his flesh. Tearing it out with utmost ferocity. Blood is in the air. The kill. The wolves, their green eyes burning with rage and their black and white coats bloodied, spring forth into another hunt. Relishing the smell of blood, the thrill of the kill. The strewn dead of the giants dressed in their blue and yellow armour litter the battlefield. As the setting sun settles, the plain seems to be soaked a crimson red with their blood. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi. - Glory has come to pass. The fire in the wolves continue to burn their infernal flames drive their passion, their anger, their desire. The greatest assests.

posted by Down the rabbit hole we go. at Wednesday, April 23, 2003