A Vision of Blood
by M.J.Hewitt

 

I floated across cherry blossom covered fields, and over small delightful brooks that sang mournful songs of yesteryear. I drew in gasping deep breaths, as rays of golden sunshine penetrated my paper thin body and illuminated my gloomy soul.

Dark dreams they clung to my mind like fetid burial robes, and the spawn of these dreams pounded at the flaky internal walls of my head, until eventually they burst out through my staring eyes in ruby red rivulets that streaked in jagged lines across the opaque skies. They splashed down then in scarlet cascades upon the earth, instantly transforming themselves on impact into bleeding sup porous snake like beings that began to burrow down and down into the yielding earth, as if suddenly frightened of the very light of day.

I tore at my self in anger, snapped at my papery skin tearing it in chunks from body, I reached within myself for my heart squeezing it, wanting to crush it within my hand, but to my disbelief it was as hard as granite, my heart felt unbreakable. I shrieked at the skies in absolute despair for I could not believe that my sick twisted mind had released such demons.

Through my blurred vision I looked down, praying that these fiends would remain hidden forever within their dark graves. Now they were no where to be seen, even the freshly turned over ground was now solid again, and covered by what looked like undisturbed lush green grass. May be this really was all my mind just playing tricks, may be these visions that plagued my mind were just the sick illusions of an aged dying old freak. My eyes then drifted over the surrounding fields and to my horror they fixed upon an enormous line of human figures, figures that linked arms, figures that sang in unison songs of praise, and this enormous line was heading straight for the grounds within which my mind serpents had disappeared.

I strained to reach them, I shrieked and screamed at them through my mind for I never possessed a voice of any kind, but onward they marched, onward Christian soldiers, onward.

They were on the fields now and nothing happened, I could still hear their merry voices, and I could see their jovial faces, and relief slowly ebbed through my body. But then, then, carnage. Hell on earth, for the serpents in unison now multiplied, blasted out of their graves. They tore into the flocks of people, and blood in rivers daubed the grass. Screams in wave after wave poured over me, as I strained with all my might to save these innocents from the savages that my mind had spawned.

These beasts they slaughtered every last one, and I, I was helpless. The beasts they lay then far below me satisfied now as they lapped at the crimson left overs that were scattered about on the rouge fields, and they bathed within the milky moonlight that flooded down from a gently glowing moon.

Why could I not just leave this place, Leave my sins behind, why oh why should I have to suffer so much? I raised my hands then to my face in anguish ,just wanting to hide from everything ,when I suddenly noticed engraved deeply into my waxen flesh the shape of a cross on either palm, in fact the cross shapes were so deep you could actually see the light from the other side of my hands shining straight through . My mouth sagged open, and strangely as if guided by some out of body force I lifted my palms up toward the glowing moon. The moonlight from above passed through my palms and far below the shadows of two crosses fell across the resting beasts.

They could not tolerate this hideous sight and they began to tare out their own eyes, yelping in agony as they sought darkness, but unfortunately for these beasts the crosses had now engraved themselves on each and everyone one of their barbaric minds, sending one and all into complete madness, they turned upon each other destroying their own brains, pummelling themselves with bones left from the dead humans. After every last one of these beasts was dead ,I lifted my hands then so that the shadow of the cross did rest on my forehead, and my mind slowly dissolved within me ,and my thoughts became all of a blur as the heat of the cross burned into my mind , dissolving my wicked evil braininto nothingness.

©2004 M.J.Hewitt

 

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