A Book of Creation

A book has many faces

Many stories which can express millions of emotions.

Creativity replaces your already occupied soul,

And imagination comes to life.

A battle, or war perhaps at a far off distance is going to occur.

The humongous castle is heavily guarded with troops

These aren’t just any regular troops;

They’re skilled fighters.

Trained warriors with a specific weapon of their choice

And I feel hollow and alone with only a sharp katana in my right hand.

But nonetheless, I ready for a gruesome battle.

The winter wonderland is a landscape in which you feel sorry for as well.

Did the precious land itself deserve this torture?

It’s hard to look up because of the falling snow that lands on my tepid tongue now,

But it still feels comforting.

Or at least, for a little while anyway.

Soon, the icy wind picks up,

And smelling the frigid air only makes me want to kill more.

I have a deadly mission to accomplish,

And I’m trusted to do the difficult task.

Soon, the archers and snipers behind the gate release the strings they pull.

Arrows soar through the atmosphere like whirling projectiles.

Dodging them is the hardest part,

Because I can hear the thin piece of wood that screams past my ears.

They act like eerie shrieks that constantly pierce into your head,

It’s so painful and unbearable.

But I reach the frozen, wet gate and try to open it.

The hand to hand combat begins,

And I shiver,

But not because of the cold.

I shiver in fear; I’m scared to actually fight by myself.

After my sweat forms droplets of ice,

I fiercely leap into the fray without and regards to whatever else is going on.

I go berserk,

And kill every opposing opponent that dares to cross my dangerous path.

I can smell the blood freezing at that very moment,

And I feel like time itself has stopped for a few seconds.

Eventually, magic spells begin to be cast towards the rest of my party.

Thunder crashes down to the ground next to me and I stumble backwards.

Terrified, I dash to the nearest protection.

An igloo shields me from incoming anime spells.

Closing my eyes, I realize that there’s no way I can survive this battle.

But I’ve been drawn in, like a soothing scent.

It appeals to me even though I’m willing to die a horrible death.

My imagination comes to life,

And creativity replaces my already occupied soul.

My stories can express millions of emotions,

And it’s all because the book has many faces.