Prince Escobar 3-1 Vs Deviate 2-1

[Tim]

SirusX 0-0 Vs. Seneka 0-0

Checkins Due Thursday March 30th 11:59 PM Western
Verses Due Saturday April 1st 11:59 PM Western

Topic:The Ecstasy of Gold

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[Deviate]

Check.. This isn't the "SirusX 0-0 Vs. Seneka 0-0" match though

Good luck.

[Deviate]

Black embraced night, as night phased light, so dark it's bright,
Nature embossed upon a blank canvas of stiffled plight.
Corn fields ignite, burning a shade of gold for point two seconds,
Whistling sideways, rustling against one another in darkened impressions.
The lit tear above fades and darkness settles once more,
Eyes on edge, yet patient, "Another Flash" his heart implores.
Dillated pores, sensing each instant of life and emotion,
A vicinity seemingly empty, yet to him, this is a mistaken notion.
Squinting for any sign of motion, anxious, his heart pounds,
The ripples blow rounds, amplify sounds, tearing dust from the grounds.
Muffled puffs of blood whirling through contracted nerves,
Stricken birds cry at the sounds emitted from his shadowed curves.

Twenty metres due east, a fresh cut opens slowly, screaming,
Gleaming pain seeps pure living red, dilluting sweat's meaning.
As it builds, as those capillaries feed the tear in his god-given structure,
Two drops fall, bleaching the air white with fear in a heavenly rupture.
Impact punctures, dust flicks up, the wind slices, the sky blasts silver,
The pursuer's eyes race, his pupils bright gold, life is over for her.
Waiting for the inevitable, the light fades, an ecstacy plagues thoughts,
If light were code she'd be looking for one, yet, she's trapped in noughts.

Yet it never came, shut off from the world in an inhuman domain,
Framed within that which she despised the most when she was sane.
Lying in the fields of gold, the ecstasy of the night, the nightmares,
They haunt her very existence, amidst the unending stares.
Staff from the hospital greet the horizon with shining torch,
The chief of staff watching warily from the institute porch.
Returned to her cell again, with the Scarecrow's golden eyes fixated,
Burning into her soul, screaming in fear at the world that she created.

End.

Slightly rushed... Sorry!

[Tim]

Deviate wins 3-1
Prince Escobar booted no-show