Caves of the Them

A poem that was included with the release of Clash of the Shops, Part V I. It is an account of Shadow's first encounter with uroko-jomonos.

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Those red caves were extensive,

seemingly Infinite,

complete

With spacious caverns and cairns, with snaking mice-holes and the like.

It would be a dark expanse to

venture through,

Pitch black, stumble-worthy. Yet,

the girl who walked

through them hadn't the need for a torch;

White and light Blue crystals, as smooth as glass,

lined the walls in a random pattern, but,

In such a way as to see a brilliant design upon their organization, the nonexistent

polygons and polished render cubes,

Did their best to refract a soft light, so much so that the cavern,

Whose walls were as red as blood, shone

with an

Iridescent and Heavenly quality.

Some which things considered Deadly with

great spikes the dullness of Blades and their potential for death, Awake, alive.

This labyrinth of heaven and the Below

Is the great opposite of zenith,

the lower, the belittled

Inches of rock and blood, Heavy

with the dark thoughts of the those in Zenith.

Step, step, step,

Gaze piercing the rock, she

Walked.

Through the winds and bends and skulls of the

those who have plagued the Under,

Upon this Knight's journey to the grail, the golden and attainable,

A test of Couragéux, a toast with the king, and

a small taste of the land Flowing with milk and honey.

Darkness of the caves come,

Shadows of life and Life end, growing closer young, following the new angel

who walks among the dead.

Reputations assure,

these heroes gain the

Honey with knowledge and knowledge Only, yet

the angel, or the

Weapon,

controlled by one who

Controls an enhanced being, waved at them.

A new refracted sight, one which Burned

with heat, stirring those of the Below,

moving the caves stacked among

caves,

One stemming from the hands of the

scaly and scary,

the terrifying and deadly.

A new greatness of skulls lay the them,

dim with shadows of

calling for help and terrified eyes upon the

Axes and Hammers and Swords

of judgment, laying them to Rest

and laying them aside. Chalk of

the bony dust

cling to the Leather with magnetic quivers,

lonely and foreboding.

She continued

through the hell caves, through the dead caves,

through the great fear and the hearts.

The blue

yearned for the beast, descending from

the skies above

and grasping for life as red overtook them

the blood mixing with blue, not with the effect of

the purple nightshade flowers, but of the result

of Red. Red and it's blood blotting out the

Belladonna.

Creeping and stalking

the weapon moved forward towards the flickering of Red,

the milk and honey beckoning with intensity, and confidence had no say

in the absence of victory that had followed.

For the scaly and great bees buzzed together,

their stingers waving in the torches,

their reptilian bodies rounding the nests, inhabited the caves of the

Warriors and the day

Of waiting was the single day of each hour, and

the little weapon

crept past

with her blade full, and saw one

of the lone bees alone in the blue.

The Polygons and Renders lit the space of the rocks,

those great rocks,

that land of the sugar Skulls that showered the floor,

those bones of the them.

Death comes to those

who travel within those caves, and reputation

assure, these heroes Gain the honey with knowledge

and Knowledge only. Lack of knowledge

would send those that did not know

to the ground, to the Crumbling chalk

and the chalk dust

that lay underfoot.

The slice of the neck of that great Reptile

Leaked those polygons

but the bee knew she was There before he fell to the dust

like the Other humans, and the other

bees buzzed and buzzed,

infiltrating the blue with their red,

their fires Alive within their souls and their eyes

Writhing. The little bug and Weapon had not the knowledge,

and the bees with their great Stingers

went to her with

Judgement

in their hands.

Blue leaked out as the stingers bit,

the weapon leaving the caves with the blood stained into the glass, forever coloring those

Clean crystals, and

the young angel, gaze piercing the fading rock, stumbled. A

taste

of the lands of the milk

and honey,

the toast with the Kings,

and the test of courage was forfeit.