Elizabeth went back into the main room. She hoped Wyatt was as good of a peacemaker, as he was a lover. Lucifer and Xavier can fight dirty. She knew Wyatt had plenty of work cut out for him.
A loud crash made Elizabeth look over at the other side of the room. Standing there was a ten-foot tall red creature. In a low, eerie, crackling voice the creature spoke.
“I am Barzane, head demon’s right hand man. I was sent here to warn wewe of an impending attack on the Blind Dimension, unless wewe give me a particular warlock girl. I believe her name to be Elizabeth. She is one of the five.”
Everyone in the room started whispering and looking around. The mood was frantic. Elizabeth glanced around at the people surrounding her. They glared at her with knowing eyes.
“If the she doesn’t step forward, how long will it be until the attack begins?” Elizabeth asked as the people around her gritted their teeth. They all knew who she was, but the demon didn’t.
“It will start now,” Barzane said. He charged forward. He must’ve known she was who he was looking for.
Elizabeth slid over toward the ukuta as Barzane touched the curtains. With his touch, they burst into flames. Blind Dimension’s people were going toward the exits as fast as possible. Panic was in the room, though, which was slowing things down. Elizabeth didn’t have time to worry with the crowd, though. Barzane was coming right for her.
Panic bubbled up inside her. She didn’t know how to use her powers. Well, she couldn’t use them purposefully. As Barzane approached her, she kicked out, trying to strike him. She missed, and he threw a fireball at her. Elizabeth ducked down out of the way. She stayed crouched down for a moment.
Elizabeth stood back up cautiously. She glanced around, and saw nothing, but a bright light coming straight for her. Then, everything went dark.
A loud crash made Elizabeth look over at the other side of the room. Standing there was a ten-foot tall red creature. In a low, eerie, crackling voice the creature spoke.
“I am Barzane, head demon’s right hand man. I was sent here to warn wewe of an impending attack on the Blind Dimension, unless wewe give me a particular warlock girl. I believe her name to be Elizabeth. She is one of the five.”
Everyone in the room started whispering and looking around. The mood was frantic. Elizabeth glanced around at the people surrounding her. They glared at her with knowing eyes.
“If the she doesn’t step forward, how long will it be until the attack begins?” Elizabeth asked as the people around her gritted their teeth. They all knew who she was, but the demon didn’t.
“It will start now,” Barzane said. He charged forward. He must’ve known she was who he was looking for.
Elizabeth slid over toward the ukuta as Barzane touched the curtains. With his touch, they burst into flames. Blind Dimension’s people were going toward the exits as fast as possible. Panic was in the room, though, which was slowing things down. Elizabeth didn’t have time to worry with the crowd, though. Barzane was coming right for her.
Panic bubbled up inside her. She didn’t know how to use her powers. Well, she couldn’t use them purposefully. As Barzane approached her, she kicked out, trying to strike him. She missed, and he threw a fireball at her. Elizabeth ducked down out of the way. She stayed crouched down for a moment.
Elizabeth stood back up cautiously. She glanced around, and saw nothing, but a bright light coming straight for her. Then, everything went dark.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what wewe think of it, please?
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Have wewe felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until wewe burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! wewe will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have wewe felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until wewe burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! wewe will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.