Heil
Monster
(Edited for Final Portfolio)
A monster feared not just by
the young, or the peasants, but even by great knights, by noble men and great
kings; the bravest of warriors could not single handedly defeat! He is man like
creature, born and raised by our kind. His growth is suddenly stunted around
the same time a box-like, wooly whisker begins to emerge above his palate. Hair
and eyes as black as the ashes he raises, though he prefers that of a lighter
shade. He appears petite in size, but don’t let this fool you… From the
slithers of his slimy tongue emerge the most foul of creatures, hypnotizing all
who urge to listen. With one tentacle held tightly to his side, he casts the sharper
out before anyone who is near. If it were to reach you, the tentacle would
pierce your throat and steal your heart. But he isn’t through with you just yet.
His slimy varmint wait to abduct all reason, and claim your mind, too. Those
who are unfortunate enough to fall into his grip are granted life, and those who
claim successful against his magnetizing spells and swarming virus are wretched
with death endlessly surrounding them, taunting them, until they, too, succumb.
Unequivocal is the damage he serves to deliver.
So, I warn you, beware. He
may emerge from his cell at any moment, without a given permission, enticing
you with words of hope and pride. He may choose a goat to sacrifice, proving
that God will accept his offering, all the while playing God himself. He will
raise his tentacle up at a salute, directing his minions towards destruction.
And before you know it, he will cast a shade over the land you call home, and
on all those you hold dear. You will be left surrounded. There will be no
escape, for this Monster has taken all reason, and has lavishly consumed all
hearts. All that will be left is the strepitous, deafening melody of his blonde
hair, blue-eyed progeny singing, “Heil Monster.”
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