Fantascience

God (By Jara Silverlock) We pray for our sins He forgives us for them so We are very thankful

At my feet (By jara silverlock) Black light sunshine at my feet, death upon me ride my steed. Steed of death and of despair, my end is near so should I care? Giant wrath, one thousand arms. Grapple me, tear me apart. Blood rushes faster than sand, only to be used again.

Raindrops (By Jara Silverlock) The silver droplets Creating puddles on me I enjoy the feel

Dragon (By Jara Silverlock) A firey red bird his flames burning all a crisp bringer of end times

Flame Elemental (By Jara Silverlock) A red mist of flames form, iron bindings holding the beast together. The creature formed from the hand of the devil comes back again. The element, fire. Brought to life, by magic. It lives with no emotion, no remorse, it kills because it was told to, without objection. None could tame it, none could beat it. An unstoppable plume of flames, ready to light the forests and homes on fire, and watch their flesh melt. Wizards broke the unstoppable force. Caging it in the mountains, an eternal punishment. The beast swore when it broke free one day, the world would pay.

Corpse (By Jara Silverlock) Thickening by the day, the cobwebs grew. Spiders crawled across the archaic corpse, once a brave soldier, A knight who fought for his cause, brought down by the storm of arrows.

Suard staggered backwards into a half broken barrel and stumbled over it, face-planting the ground. Tobias lifted his hammer up to the giant let it go upon his chest. The iron giant staggered backwards, but quickly regain himself and charged Tobias, forming his iron fist into a jagged sword. Suard god back up quickly, he let out his hand and sparks of a blue mist fled toward the giant. The tendrils of smoke swirled up its leg, hissing and roaring, the giants leg was starting to melt. Roaring in terror, the giant lashed out at Tobias buck luckily his hammer took most of the blows. Suard reached Tobias just in time, using his strength to unbala

Squid (By Jara Silverlock) The long tendrils of flesh, grappling and strangling its prey to death. Feasting by the hour, hunting by the night, the squid lurks in the darkness hour. From the caves its tendrils grow, hooking onto the food, and pulling them inside.

Grass Path (By Jara Silverlock) Tumbling Softly, Beneath my feet the grass grows, Location abroad.