Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Path: utzoo!linus!genrad!decvax!harpo!floyd!vax135!ariel!hou5f!orion!houca!hogpc!houxm!ihnp4!ixn5c!inuxc!inuxe!rael From: rael@inuxe.UUCP Newsgroups: net.poems Subject: The Coming of the Bad (an introduction prose) Message-ID: <593@inuxe.UUCP> Date: Fri, 17-Jun-83 14:48:33 EDT Article-I.D.: inuxe.593 Posted: Fri Jun 17 14:48:33 1983 Date-Received: Wed, 22-Jun-83 02:38:57 EDT Lines: 29 ... as we sat there staring at the shoreline, the sea became enraged. Ebb and flow became as one. The furious waves, rather than break up, seemed to explode, reaching heights the like of which I'd never seen. It was then that something came over my friends. Against my opposition, John and Paul decided to run into the murderous water. They never made it to the sea. As they were running something strange happened. The sea, suddenly, became calm like a lake, not a wave to be seen for miles around. Darkness took over the skies, and a chilling terror penetrated my body. Then I saw it; a sight I shall never forget; the end of man's dreams. Out of the dead waters, shadowy figures came walking out, almost like a marching band. The Bad. The first few lines consisted of zombie-like creatures, but as more and more came out, the characters became more colorful (if frightening dark can be called a colour). Scared and mesmerized, I continued watching the sinister procession, until I saw the Necromancer. The fear I felt before was null compared to that which I felt when I saw his figure arising from the sea. Darkness "shone" around him, the skies became darker, and in the middle of all this darkness his two blood red eyes stood, seeing everything. When his sight met mine, the command took over my thoughts: "Come to the sea, join us". I don't know how I regaied control of my body. Horrified by all I saw I started to run away as fast as I could, tears blinding my vision. I finally reached my empty house, where I locked my self in my room. It is here that I wrote these words, unable to sleep eversince, affraid of my own dreams. And I can sense that death is coming, for I do not praise the Bad ...