The Dark Collector (RE: The Dark)

Cover Image

A 'being' who goes around collecting dark thoughts. But for what purpose...

This is a spin off from The Collector which I wrote awhile ago, inspired by Iluminar's awesome poem Bad Omens. I've copied The Collector below so you can see what I mean>>>

The Dullahan came and although the man prayed hard he would ride his horses straight past, still he did pause his coach-a-bower outside the man's window. Fear gripped this poor soul for he knew his days were numbered zero.

I know. I was there.

The Banshee's wail could be heard for miles around but she knew it was meant for her, she knew why, and she knew what it foretold.

I know. I was there.

The Sorrow Bird flew in. All hope flew out.

I know. I was there.

The hearth blew out; Tenebrae's about. The Black Shuck's bark is not for nowt.

I know, I know, I know. I was there. I'm always there.

But come the morning I was gone. I'm always gone come the morning, as are they.

Which is to say, the bad omens.

The world keeps turning. Day follows night and the tortured souls all awake safely in their beds. Those that had managed to fall asleep, that is.

People still live in fear but it's not a fear of headless horsemen, standing on cracks and open umbrellas inside the house.

They break a mirror and buy a new one. A black cat crosses their path and they salute it like it's some magpie.

First Footing is something to Google. After Candy Crush.

I'm largely responsible of course. There's only so many times people can be truly fearful of an omen that doesn't deliver it's solemn promise.

I myself have been collecting bad omens for hundreds of years and still I lived.

Lived. Powerful as I am, still I also have to obey the laws set down at the dawn of creation. And so I did.

The night I died.

Last night.

Today will be a good day.

As will the next one.

The day after tomorrow, however . . .

Created: Apr 18, 2014

Tags: bad, dark, colector, theme, season2, omens, being

humberfloob Document Media