Blodin the Beast
Blodin – the word spells evil.
Every thump makes people skip a heartbeat,
His viscousness had made people numb all over and his disfigured face had made babies cry blood.
His fiery body had suffocated his inflamed skin as his eyes bulged out of its sockets.
The vibrations shook the earth in a second, and his breath of fire burnt the village to dust.
What was he going to do next?
The screams had pierced the town and it upset the sun that hid behind the clouds in fear.
This beast had erupted a peaceful town and created a riot which will never end.
His thumping had came nearer, scaring villagers across the town , then a dark shadow had towered over the village and we knew what was next.
The villages were scurrying quickly trying torun away from danger but fate was too slow.
This atmosphere had
Blodin The Beast
The peaceful land of Avantia stood still
The population carried on as if it was just another day
Suddenly there was a “thud,thud,thud”
That shook the small huts and carts,
What could it be?
The thudding got louder , louder than a lions roar
A shadow covered the land like a giant mountain
It’s eyes set alight anything it saw , piercing the land
The huts and trees cowered in fear as the monster walked the land
There was a name for this creature they had received from another land
Blodin , Blodin The Beast
Blodin charged down the village like a bull
Crushing anyone or anything in its way
It’s hooves crushed crashed and squashed anything for sheer delight
He grabbed innocent people and stomped off
He left no survivors
Life will never be the same again.
Blodin The Beast Stalked The Land
Blodin crashed over the land striding past as every man near him falls to the ground in worship…
Bang! Crash! destroying building after building with a single finger and burning
like butter in a microwave they melt in his hands of fury.
He was as merciless as the devil in a bad mood and as dark as twilight.
Animals recoil in fear as the wind whispers of pain,suffering and death.
The earth gets weaker and weaker like a sun dried prune.
The rustle of the trees fade away as the leaves disappear making their final scream like a choir with the wind.