BLOOD OF THE SCRIBE

by JADON

I’m pinned to the walls.
I’m ready for the ritual.
I’m ready to leave.
I’m ready to die.

They’re just leeches.
They want nothing else from me.
For I am the Scribe.
With a flick of my wrist I can send this world spiraling into the murky abyss.
But I can also clean the slate of mankind’s wrongdoings.

I was nothing before I exposed my abilities to them.
I was a nobody, and now they worship me like a god.
But now they figured out the secret.
The secret that will change everything.

And now I am bound by leather.
And now they’ll paint the walls…

With the blood of the Scribe.