Pain rises as I walk through this dark and menacing forest.
Red eyes gleam from the surrounding gloom,
hidden from others by marsh gas.
I gaze at these savage and unfamiliar surroundings.
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I look overhead at the dense, but dark sky. Wondering where the stars have gone.
There should be stars, surely?
I trip over a fallen tree, bark stripped by carnivores of unknown origin.
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What is this place? Where am I?
Frantic thoughts as I spot a circle of stones.
Stone Henge in appearance, unbroken by times awful passage.
I wander over fascinated, but terribly confused.
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I enter the circle and see the central stone block.
The block is occupied however.
To one side stands a cloaked druid with knife raised.
I approach slowly, glaring at the apparent victim.
A naked man, an all too familiar one too.
I gaze upon myself, a mute version.
Awaiting the terminal blow.
The high priest raises the ceremonial dagger.
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I shout suddenly as it descends.
A searing pain rupturing my broken heart.
The other me, the victim of this hellish ceremony,
Bucks instantly as the blade strikes home.
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Then lies as still as death. All breath stopped.
Heart ceased forever.
I am on my knees now.
The bloody blade rises above the corpse.
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A great shout goes up as I collapse upon my back.
Unable to move now.
The circle of stone fades from my view as darkness descends.
Then I see someone.
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A lone typist. Eyes screwed upon his latest line.
He shakes his head and types on.
I scream for life as he types the final line.
As keys strike pad, my existence is terminated forever.