When the hero comes to kill my master does he know
Does he know that I am waiting
Steel gauntlets gripping a halberd ax
My armor is strong
Tempered steel
My rusted gears are creaky and old
But they have been very reliable with heroes past
A dark slit in my helm ignites red before I strike
Does he know that I am alive
Does he know what I am
Who I was…
I was an adventurer just like him once
I came to this dimly lit stone castle to vanquish the evil within
To destroy the vampire
I was weak
I was captured
I was
Changed
Soul ripped from my frail human shell
Placed in this machine
As fuel
No will
No way out
I don’t want to die
My gears are rusty
The hero approaches
Destroying candles with his whip
The light is dimming and I am afraid
Afraid to die
Afraid my gears will lock and I will fall
One by one my armor clad brothers crumble from brutal strikes
I am still
I am waiting
My gears shudder
Ready to strike
He cracks his whip and
SWISH
A head rolls
Wet and bloody
The hero’s body falls
My soul relaxes
Returns to a green glow deep within this shell
Footsteps in the dark
A new hero emerges
Barely illuminated
My gears are rusty
Old
This is the end
I am not ready
Whip strikes
Piercing the dark
And me
Armor crumbles
I am no longer afraid
END
Bats emerge from crumbled gravestone flying off to @HtvImmortal
Horror Made 