The Susurrus - By The Great Octaboona Amrosius, Paragon of the Purple Horde

Well, this is a pretty damn good day i;m having.

And that's definitely an understatement.

OK! So first, LENKA SWEET, possibly my favorite writer next to Derek Landy, HAS RETURNED!

WVIIVWUBIVWBIUVENLISNWENNGWKJLDI! EPIIICCCAAAA-ness!!!!!!!!!

She has had it tough, so i want you to all go to her blog RIGHT NOW (or else) AND COMMENT! SAY HI! TELL HER WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING! CONGRATULATE HER ON DEREK'S COMMENT! :DDDDDDDD XD

So that was one. Out of three awesome things that have happened today. 

The second one, a lot of you probably already know about, because your blogs were chosen as well. 

DEREK LANDY READ OUR WORK! W000000000000000000000000000TTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CWIUWINIUEGWIUDWGBULADVSIUL NCNLWEIULGFIUOGBIUL1!!!!!!! 

EEEEEPPPPIIICCCCCAAAA-ness!!!!!!!!

And THEN! Third, but definitely not least, IS THIS EPICA POEM WRITTEN FOR ME BY THE GREAT OCTABOONA AMBROSIUS! 

OMG! LOOK AT IT'S EPICA-ness!!!!

Read on. I dare you... :P  

The Susurrus

By The Great Octaboona Amrosius, Paragon of the Purple Horde

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of heaven and hell

Hellboy seeks with his far seeing eyes
That see beyond the future
To the time on the Morpheus Road
Where the great multitudes swarm
He seeks out each individual’s path
And their deathly destination

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of life and death

He sees an ancient figure
Bound for the ethereal plains
Filled with wraiths and phantasms
That hide in the mists and vapours
That torment the mind with ghosts and memories
From ages past

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of anger and sorrow

Hellboy watches a young child
Stand alone in the Field of Asphodel
His identity already fading
His pale spirit merging with the others
Joining the repetitious cycle
In the dreary grey grass
Of eternal stillness and neutrality

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of silence and commotion

Hellboy shades his eyes from the bold man’s fate
Who lived a life of cruelty and malice
Turning others joys incarnadine
As he walks the way to Sheol
To be purged in unquenchable fire
And smell the stench of his own roasting flesh
And taste the bitter flavour of charred hair and blackened skin

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of laughter and hatred

Yet here on the Morpheus road he spots a kindly woman
Who will spend her after life in the Blest Isles of Elysium
Safe from harm and suffering in an island of beauty paramount
Rewarded for her grace and virtue
She will find peace

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of war and peace

Yet few make the Blest Isles
Hellboy sighs
As the Road takes another victim
Destined for the dank dungeons of Vilhel
Where they will languish in the gloom
With slime brushed walls and dripping rocks
With only goats urine to sate their thirst

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of time and space

Far above the caves of Vilhel the sounds of feasting
Emanate from the Hall of Asgard
As a new arrival enters the Hall of Valhalla
To drink and feast in utmost luxury
Attended to by their personal Valkyrie
A mighty warrior devours a plump boar
As the mead flows freely

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of loneliness and companionship

The Pit of Tartarus
Hellboy shivers at the name
As he senses another soul
Enter oblivion
Tortured by beings greater than gods
Eyes stabbed out by mechanical men
The weeping sores oozing pus and blood
A plaything of Kronos

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of grief and comfort

Hellboy watches as another soul approaches the Pearly Gates
A convocation of angels in gold and white smile down
From the pure white banks of clouds that fill the pristine sky
An unearthly glow of majesty and splendour

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of order and chaos

The Five Rivers of Hades converge in a frothing torrent
Acheron- River of Sorrow
Cocytus- River of Lamentation
Phlegethon- River of Fire
Lethe- River of Oblivion
And Styx- River of Hate
They surround the Morpheus Road in swirling glory
In shades of darkest night to deepest crimson
And in the very centre of this quercivorous pool
With jet black obsidian shores
And amaranth tides
Stands a sentinel, a Silent One
Presiding over the multitude
Known only as Hellboy

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of air and fire

The sentinel looks out across the vast varied underworld
Yet fears to look into his own future
Or the core of his heart
He hears not the ringing for it is a knell
To summon him to heaven or to hell

A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of humanity 

Wow. You, Octaboona Ambrosius, are a truly amazing writer. You just...wow.

I swear, there's a tear in my eye :')

I was scrolling through these comments on my iPod, 12:00 at night, exhausted both physically and mentally, with a blank face, when I got to that poem.

A twitch. The smallest spark of confusion, then wonder, hope, and finally, emanating from within me, a smile. The twitch was replaced by a force greater than I have felt in a long time, and as I read on, the corners of my mouth upturned, completing it all into the biggest damn smile I've had in ages. I wanted to laugh in joy at the poem's magnificence, but it was still late at night. So I read on, biding my time and being content with my big smiles.
Everytime someone passed, I would flick the iPod's screen down against my chest, close my eyes, and feign sleep, quickly wiping the smile away.
But then the person would leave, I would flick the iPod up again, and read on, my smile creeping slowly back.

The beauty! Your poem trumps anything I could of even dreamt of writing. Thankyou, Octa. Thankyou. 

-Hellboy

 P.S cheers to you if you got the hidden message. I daresay it wasn't hard to find.




P.P.S 'Blest Isle of ELYSIUM' ETERNAL FTW!


P.P.P.S I don't know if anyone has noticed, but i added something that i;m going to be calling 'The blog of the week', a gadget somewhere above my followers. 
It's because i don't think that enough people read certain blogs, so if you all don't mind, i;m going to be advertising some. No self-benefit, i swear.

Anyway, every week i change it, and you're meant to spend five minutes of your time clicking on that link and looking around their blog, maybe leave a comment, and then follow it. And then treasure it for the rest of your damn lives.


That sounded kind of threatening....hmm...scratch that last part.




-Hellboy (For real this time)