Today on Drabble Wednesday I take you to see
deities most fierce and terrible...
The Temple
It stands tall on its island, amid the
eternal snow, casting its reflection in the surrounding lake.
The Temple of the Dark Gods.
So why is it quiet? Why do its halls stay
silent?
Scarlet stains coat its marble floors and
foul air seeps from its walls, a rancid stench of decay. Its gods breathe no
more, its rooms house corpses, not deities. Murder came to the Dark Gods and
left carnage in its wake.
Their own fault, truly.
Never raise a shadow you can’t control.
They will have to give their shrine a new
name.
The Temple of Death.
~*~
When Things Go
Awry
I thought I had all the time in the universe.
Literally.
I’m the God of Time after all.
But my existence was not quite that simple.
I found out too late.
The sands of the
God of Time are running out, felled by such a spiteful thing as jealousy. I
knew of my brother’s resentment, but not how the God of History wanted my place
in the pantheon. He tried to steal my hourglass totem, but destroyed it
instead.
Now I will soon be
gone.
But I will have
the last laugh. For when I die, the universe will follow.
~*~
Snows of Change
Winter followed in
her footsteps.
A goddess of surreal
beauty, silver hair and blue satin, swirled in snowflakes and frost, born on northern
wind. Barefoot she walked, leaving a trail of prints in the falling snow that surrounded
her.
She saw a man on
the road, his mouth agape; the package he carried fallen unnoticed. She stopped
before him, reached out, touched his cheek.
“Your world is
mine now.”
His skin chilled,
his blood froze, his heart turned to hoarfrost; he transformed from flesh to ice
sculpture. She smiled and walked on.
The Winter Queen lived
to conquer and destroy.
© A. F. Stewart
2017 All Rights Reserved
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