{"sf1_id":64561,"sf2_id":"J1OZQgAn","title":"My Words With The End.","author":"GerShark","words":1372,"posted_at":"2008-10-19T17:27:00.000Z","tags":["Dragon","Non-Anthro","Personal Redemption","Rhyme","Short","Transformation","Verse"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/64561-my-words-with-the-end","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1OZQgAn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/3e/3c/3e3c006c-7676-49d8-b962-48ba280a7d7b","description":"","content":" **My Words With The End.**  \n  \n\n* * *\n  \n  \nI know this is a good bit different then my usual story, but I hope it still gets read at least once or twice with the 'No-Yiff' tag. I broke my golden rule, but yiff really wouldn't be appropriate in a story such as this one, so I kept it out. It's based on a lucid dream I had a week or two ago, and I think it came out nicely. Leave a comment if you hate it, love it, or don't feel strongly at all. Feedback is all I get for posting stories here.  \n  \nThis story is copyrighted and cannot be redistributed or used without my permission. If you want to use it, just toss me an email or message through yiffstar so we can discuss.  \n  \n**Written by: Gerik Shark**  \n  \n\n* * *\n  \n  \n  \nThe biggest of big, the deepest of deep,  \nThe largest well from which oil will seep.  \nThe last find in years, a discovery so rare,  \nOur energy crisis averted by the width of a hair.  \n  \nMy job is to drill it, to pump until dry,  \nTo force the crude held beneath to spray to the sky.  \nThis land may be secluded and completely depleted,  \nBut the fluid held beneath must be excreted.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A voice suddenly calls to me, the source I cannot see,  \nBut the reverberations are constant and chilling indeed.  \nI search for this creature that calls out to me,  \nTouching my very soul with its grief-stricken plea.  \n  \nI cannot understand, my heart vibrates unclear,  \nSo I follow the words to the source without fear.  \nApproaching the pipe we pump on the morrow,  \nThe voice beckons from below and shows deep sorrow.  \n  \nWithout warning or justice, the voice gives a sharp tug,  \nMy body pulled downwards through the hole just dug.  \nLimbs flail freely while I fall down through slime,  \nMy form not stopping until I'm submerged in the grime.  \n  \nThe crude is thick; its stench encompassing my remains,  \nIt's warmth surrounding me like thick, steel chains.  \nI am not dead, but I am not alive,  \nMy consciousness prevails, and my spirit thrives.  \n  \nI can feel the voice approaching, its tone growing deep,  \nThe reverberations shake my form lying crumpled in a heap.  \nThe presence of a dragon with might unmatched appears,  \nAnd the voice is felt clearly, allowing me to hear.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I am The End, a bearer of truth,  \nMy body is broken, but my message still lies in youth.\"  \nThe dragon draws near, his form merely bones,  \nBut the aura and power are still clearly his own.  \n  \n\"I speak of my culture and of my past,  \nThe land and dragons of Those That Were Last.  \nWe were once powerful and civilized, the rulers of all,  \nBut pride led to undoing and was the cause of our fall.\"  \n  \n\"Our kind once lived for power and greed,  \nCommonly mistaking our wants for our needs.  \nOur hearts and lands poisoned with each drop of oil consumed,  \nIt was not long before both were completely ruined.\"  \n  \nThe End's words hit hard and made my hands turn to fists,  \nTouching guilt deep down that everyone knows exists.  \nI open my mouth to retort but my voice no longer sounds,  \nMy body a mere heap far beneath the ground.  \n  \nForced to listen and comprehend The End's words,  \nMy pride can't fight and my mind doesn't draw swords.  \nHis story continues, a sad song from years past,  \nUnveiling the fate of Those That Were Last.  \n  \n\"My brethren gave warning, showing you signs,  \nBut your kind have ignored them and continued to refine.  \nConsuming my brothers and burning them for fuel,  \nTheir fate will be your own, simply turned to a tool.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Noxious emissions and wars without end,  \nThere is no warning which you can comprehend.  \nWe made it quite clear what was to come,  \nBut time is running short, and like me you will become.\"  \n  \n\"The process is cyclic; your time is ending soon,  \nWhen only the animals shall gaze upon the moon.  \nOnce I am gone, there's no turning back,  \nThe damage will be done and your kind will turn black.\"  \n  \n\"Flesh turns to crude, your bones end in dust,  \nSeeping down beneath the surface to replace what was lost.  \nThe surface then heals, replacing its beauty,  \nUnhindered by you while completing its duty.\"  \n  \n\"A dominant species will then rise,  \nThe need for power burning in their eyes,  \nThey will find you and use you as you've done to us,  \nIt will be well deserved, but in this I digress.\"  \n  \n\"I plan to fight it, to end this sad tale,  \nBut for this I need you as a source for my scales.  \nYour body will hold me so that I may speak,  \nShowing the power of the strong to the weak.\"  \n  \nI cannot reply or stop the large drake,  \nHis boned paws wrapping me in cloth while my body shakes.  \nI wait and I watch helplessly while the crude seeps into me,  \nThe consumption of my form a small taste of what was to be.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; There is no pain and I remain calm,  \nThe oil seeming a strange, soothing balm.  \nThe power of the dragon slowly enters my veins,  \nGiving life to the ancient soul once dead and detained.  \n  \nI bask in his power, a mighty soul indeed,  \nHaving no pride or wants to impede.  \nOne with the drake, I am alive and I am free,  \nMy soul finally learning when not allowed to flee.  \n  \nThe timing is perfect, the soul's transfer complete,  \nRight as the large pipe begins to pull at my feet.  \nMy body is pumped quickly up towards my kind,  \nMy heart having sudden distaste for those that are blind.  \n  \nThe burning hatred for the destroyers of this world,  \nBuilds in my veins and boils while towards them I'm hurled.  \nThe pressure inside builds until the cloth binding me is ripped,  \nThe dragon's power unleashing as we leave the dark crypt.  \n  \nMy body transforms, a dragon of crude appearing,  \nStanding over the destroyed pipe and the largest tower clearing.  \nThose Which Will Be Lost simply stare in disbelief,  \nAs the dragon's head lifts and a loud roar echoes his grief.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; No words can describe the guilt and the shame,  \nForced into the hearts of everyone to blame.  \nThey knew they were wrong, they knew all along,  \nBut it was impossible to hide with such a sad song.  \n  \nThe entire world's hearts sank in the blink of an eye,  \nSaddened by a loud roar that no mortal could defy.  \nMy heart lifted at the sight of their sadness,  \nHoping they'd realize the destruction caused by their madness.  \n  \nAngered by their guilt and feeling hatred for the creature,  \nThe pump's broken pipe was turned and forced onto the preacher.  \nThe message was clear, it had gotten through,  \nBut the lusts of the weak blinded that which was true.  \n  \nThe brilliant creature turned and was enraged with disbelief,  \nNow not wanting to save Those Which Would Be Lost and offer relief.  \nWe simply stood still and watched as they pumped the dragon's flesh away,  \nPulling the oil into the pump to be consumed in the fray.  \n  \nI felt the power being pulled from my bones,  \nLosing the creature's spirit so much stronger then my own.  \nIn mere minutes the dragon was pumped dry,  \nLeaving me laying on the ground after feeling so high.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Covered in remnants of the drake's oil,  \nI could not move even with extended toil.  \nWith the dragon gone and only his message to bear,  \nIt becomes clear that I must hide in a secluded place so rare.  \n  \nWith what is to come, with how the end draws near,  \nOnly the truth must survive for the next species to hear.  \nCleaned of the dragon's remains so that I may stand,  \nI began my journey to a faraway land.  \n  \nMaybe The Next will have a chance at survival,  \nPerhaps their culture will have no rival.  \nI will become The End of The Last,  \nThe only one able to speak of Those Who Were Last.  \n  \nMy species has been lost, our weakness has sealed our fate,  \nNow all that's left is to lie and to wait...  \n  \n  \n\n"}