Thursday, April 14, 2005

   Now then my fans here is my latest story character for you. The idea is 100% origanal and so is the poem. Remember to tell me what u think in the comments. Thanks Lovely Wind you helped me get this idea!
Karst ‘Keeper of secrets’


Another incident to top the recent onrush of assaults that have plagued Karst these past years as he slams the door leaving his tormenter to rant on at itself. He felt alone again, the world had once again turned its back on him. He runs down the street wishing for a moment to tame his mind, this delirium of rage he feels is the only thing that keeps him going. He jumps around a ridge and follows down. Beneath this bridge he sees all the walls closing in on him, he struggles to find relief as he presses his warm fingers through his thick black hair. Everyone in his life had turned cold on him, darkness was upon his doorstep and knowing this he could not take anymore. It had to end...and soon.

Making his way to the library, the only place where he would not be judged, Karst contemplated the many ways to end his life. He had no loyal friend to break his fall, his life is a one way street, evil thoughts plagued his mind. His hopes and dreams where to far away, shattered by those he had come to trust. The hour was late but he looked to find solitude in the bindings of a book. The library was empty, but he was far from alone. Finding comfort in the candle light he walked down the dark shelves of the library, his pendant knocking against his chest as he moved. For a brief moment he was overwhelmed by a quick burning sensation on his back. reaching for it he felt down the marking of his tattoo. It was one of an angel holding a Celtic cross shaped into a key, this was the mark of the keeper of secrets. Thinking nothing of his sensation he pressed on down a shelf. He passed near a row entitled witchcraft when he saw his breath in front of him. This was a bit weird as he had been burning up not 2 minutes earlier. A noise behind him made him jump. Turning as quick as he could he was no match to the speed of whatever moved from behind him. “Who’s there?” he cried out not expecting a reply. A mysterious gust of wind from his right blew out the candle, Karst shivered because he knew he closed the door tightly on the way in. Catching something in the corner of his eye he perused down a row entitled med-evil history and fantasy. As he followed draglines through the dust Karst felt eyes on him. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he came to a halt. Glancing to his side he could see through to the next row through the bookshelf. He pulled away several vampire books and peered through the gap, chills went up his spine as he knew whatever stirred in this place was staring directly at him. This face to face meeting with whatever it was made the spirit pendant around Karsts neck lean forward and glow. The candle now in his left hand ignited and the flame turned dark blue, the tattoo on his back burnt him badly for no reason. The out of the darkness of the shelf, the books, the candle and his mind came a stillness. A pair of eyes appeared before his face, he did not scream for Karst was paralysed with fear. Yet the eyes where somehow familiar. The stared so deep the read his thoughts but he gladly let them take what they wished. As they reached the deepest thoughts of him depressed events they stopped. A voice in Karsts head spoke to him in a dreary tone “A gift to you ‘Keeper of secrets’ ” but before he could question the voice a bolt of energy shot at him square in the head knocking him cold for 2 hours. Finally when he came around Karst rubbed his head and got to his feet. A book fell from his lap, it was decorated with ivy leaves in corners and in a circle around a pentagram. It was titled ‘The book of shadows’ them he was struck by the memory of what happened that voice still rang in his skull. He flicked through the book, to his astonishment the was nothing in it all black pages! The as if the wind itself whispered to him he knew what he had to do. He began to write.

His first entry a prophecy. But for what, for when. These are questions that will be answered quicker than he thinks:

Hiding from Me

Though I see through eyes not my own,

And cold blood runs through my heart of stone,

For I am what It tries to find,

No longer may i seek the sanctuary of my mind.


I seal my soul once again to reveal,

This terror unleashed its power I feel,

I cradle in my world of pain,

But nothing ever stays the same.


It grips me in the dead of night,

When my guard is down I cannot fight,

From my evil I wish to take flight,

Fleeing from its wretched sight.


For I try to live what’s only true,

Your veil of darkness I will see through.


By Marc.C.Gillings

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