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Those Damned Eyes

The Story:

(The Author – LORDT)

I’m not sure what I will miss most; perhaps the deepening greens of the old forest, the broken branches and fragrant pine, the rich moulder of long-hidden earth, revealed by the ruin of a final frost.

Perhaps the withdrawal of old magic upon barren fields, where glistening afterthought lingers like fine wine, and shocking embers of late evening fire win through like autumn twilight.

Low-borne clouds move endlessly across skies of muted grey, here closer to black, there barely a moment upon on the wind, as darkness closes in… Night’s kiss, Day’s riposte. Or was it the other way around?

And those damned eyes…

I found a place, once. A place that told me not to be afraid. With lucid colours and endless promise, it pulled a rich mantle over my shoulders and made real of my desires.

And who knows how long I spent there, that first inimitable night?
Wind through the trees, and the embrace of a thousand leaves, was a pure tonic for my broken, fragile mind.

And so I stayed there, dark as it was, oblivious to the denizens that leered at me, with faces best kept hidden. But there was always something watching.

I should have known then to abandon my endeavours, reached out and found the door. Yet what can I say? One night was never enough.
There I was again, living in the opulence of a fae existence. One patrolled by the most insistent of masters.

And how I tried to break away from that look, to find myself anywhere else, yet ending up following… I followed deeper and deeper into a realm I knew not how to escape.

And nor did I want to. For a time…
And nor did I have to. For a while…

But eventually, I became haunted by the same cruel melody. The one that drew me in. The one that kept me there and, indeed, the one that pushed me away.

And so I wandered indiscriminately in mad directions, as of a feather caught in a stiff breeze. Between thick boughs and upon hazardous roots, I ducked between the fringes of moonlight’s harsh glare. But in the end, there was only one direction.

Drawn to a place I no longer cared for, I crawled upon my knees. With dirt between my nails and a rope around my neck, I was dragged toward a malevolent nightmare, its incandescent armour a feeble mask for what lay within.

And the cloak? It lay in tatters…
And that is where they left me…

The bent remnants of an ancient tree stooped over the broken body of some nameless man, with bones bleached and sockets well-plucked…
They left me there alone.

Grasping at the bulk of a laden trunk, full of elaborate riches; such stones and coins would weigh down any good ship, and provide an anchor for a King, should he be any other place but here…

With those damned eyes.

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About The Author

He is often to be found working deep into the night whilst bent-double bedside a low-burned candle, or under the inimitable charm of endless autumn rain. And, whilst the summer months may hinder his creativity, he uses this time to pick through and prune such words as would accompany the dregs of a long-forgotten supper. They say that black coffee and iced chartreuse make up two-thirds of his blood type. I guess we’ll never know…

About PhantasmaGore

PhantasmaGore, a pioneering Horror Synth Music project, is redefining the way we experience horror stories through music. With a relentless passion for the macabre and a commitment to pushing creative boundaries, PhantasmaGore is carving a unique niche in the industry.

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