You would do well to
fear me
for I am the stalking terror of the night
and the swift arrow by day;
I am death under the sun at noon,
and the destruction that roams about in the dark.
for I am the stalking terror of the night
and the swift arrow by day;
I am death under the sun at noon,
and the destruction that roams about in the dark.
I am Qeteb,
that which is cut off.
that which is cut off.
I am gnawing famine to
consume you,
winged creatures with destructive fangs
to pursue you;
there will be no escape.
winged creatures with destructive fangs
to pursue you;
there will be no escape.
Poisonous serpents in
the dust
to strike at your heel
fiery serpents to strike at your heart,
havoc without
and terror within.
to strike at your heel
fiery serpents to strike at your heart,
havoc without
and terror within.
I am Qeteb.
Oppenheimer only
thought
he was becoming me.
he was becoming me.
I am the power of the
grave.
I am corruption, destruction,
oblivion;
who could ransom you from me?
I am corruption, destruction,
oblivion;
who could ransom you from me?
I am Qeteb.
I am pounding hail.
I am a whirlwind.
I am a swift flood covering the plains.
I am that line of despair
that you should fear to cross.
I am Qeteb.
I am a whirlwind.
I am a swift flood covering the plains.
I am that line of despair
that you should fear to cross.
I am Qeteb.
This is part of April Anomalies A-Z, a creative writing exercise and
not intended to be an altogether accurate picture of the creature described
above. If you’ve become frightened, you might be comforted by this. Thanks
to Thom Stark for helping me find this one.
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