The Fire Scorches with My Hate

My heart lingers for that feeling of warmth. Dark degree of hatred scratches at my soul. Devouring it to it’s last ounce of life. My hate blooms with a power so fierce it frightens even me. How can the wicked live on with their hate as mine dooms me to a stump of endless pain? Harsh reality hits me like water from a hieght of a hundred feet. It tingles at first then burns profusly. I set fire to your land in hopes to make you burn with me. My hatred burns within me and leaves me with nothing. Curse the day I met you and saw your devious smile. Time with not wilt my pain or sorrow. Only with fire shall I burn you with my hate. Forever will you be lost in a endless balance of ash. Dark fallen and mourned. Breaking apart with every touch. This I hope consumes you as it has done me. Life is not what I had hoped it would be. So there you have nothing not even your fellows to save you now. Die countless times, and burn endlessly.

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I wrote this based on one of my characters from Amazons of the Myst.  This is when the character Nanette is betrayed and expresses how she feels.  This is not in the book, but something I created based on the content.

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