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Literature Text
“All action takes place, so to speak, in a kind of twilight, which like a fog or moonlight, often tends to make things seem grotesque and larger than they really are.”
-Carl von Clausewitz
“The City on the Other Side (Malaveara)”
By Alex Sorrow
A lost town shrouded in an endless mist
Filled with a forgotten evil unbound
To find the truth, you desperately wished
But is there any in this horror you’ve found?
Below the cursed moon that hangs above,
An orb of shining malevolence,
Malice hides behind a crooning love
Seeking to embrace you and corrupt your innocence
Fear strikes, it's on the prowl.
Icy shivers shaking in the silence.
Echoing resonance, creatures howl,
Something happened, something we haven't seen since.
There’s evil lurking in the streets
And searching near the shore
Trapped here, seeking release
Forevermore.
Beneath the dark of night, awaiting the dawn
Insanity intertwined with twisted faces
Oh, Malaveara!
Wherever have you gone?
Please don't harbor any misconceptions,
The city isn't full of ghosts
Please don't have a warped perception
Of this city's sinister coasts.
Please remember the day’s morning call
And the oceanside tranquility
When twilight comes and the night begins to fall
And envelops the city in a darker hostility.
Nightcrawlers stalking through the night
Ghouls who have forgotten they have died.
Home to all freaks who hide just out of sight
This, the city on the other side.
There’s evil lurking in the streets
And searching near the shore
Trapped here, seeking release
Forevermore.
Beneath the dark of night, awaiting the dawn
Insanity intertwined with twisted faces
Oh, Malaveara!
Wherever have you gone?
Insane, unsettling Malaveara
Wherever have you gone?
Ma-la-vee-air-uh
A poem about a lost and nearly forgotten Gothic city, the same one that appears in my Captain Tory story, actually. I didn't think that the brilliant daily radiance and gruesome nightly horrors would fit appropriately with the already established, modern cities of Crystal Gates and Marwind Heights, even despite Crystal Gates' haunting reputation, but I still wanted it to be a part of this little world that I'm trying to construct. Stranger Things got me wondering about alternate places, and when I began to ponder the idea of a world existing completely separate, yet side-by-side with ours in the place on the other side of what we see and what we know, I realized that Malaveara would be a perfect fit.
So here it is, a poem about that place you visit in your nightmares every night. The populated purgatory. Welcome... to Malaveara.
I'm really proud of the way this one turned out. ^.^ I focused a lot on rhyming and wrote the poem to be spoken out loud. Maybe there could be a song written about it too. O.o