The Wendigo

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It’s a little long so I’m apologizing in advance lukz. I’m really interested in knowing what i can improve on because I’m prepping for another run at gwl and opponents are getting tougher Every week.

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you" - Nietzsche

"The Wendigo"

I.
The study maintained a rich facet of worldly laurels
Runes and rarities, heirlooms, very distinct pearls and corals
Possessions swaddled in prize and “masculinity”
Heads of lions and wildebeests with forlorn eyes,
You swear they were alive. He penned a piece:

It was a battle of wit and prowess.
What mattered that minute was power.
The cat had strength and cunning.
Yet i overcame as it lunged in
I could smell its pungent breath
It was then I realized death has an odor

Walter examined the text taking careful deliberation
To his left was an arrow, chafed, and a pair of vintage paintings
An image of a thin injun racing along an open creek
Over his shoulder, a beast - The Wendigo, its golden fleece..
glistening in the evening sun. “ ...so unique, I'll see you soon”
A vow eschewed just beyond the reach of youth
He needed this. He needed truth
Not to prove to naysayers but to maintain the painted repute
Reputation is an art and color changes with view

II.
::Somewhere in South America::
The jungle was as he read in those adventure novels
Beads of sweat; rendered helpless to the whelms of Apollo
Up ahead a hollow chasm stained by earth’s codex
He peered down to assess the girth and observe its full depth
A strange lull lamented to one peculiar silence
Gone were the sounds of wildlife. Somethings missing..

III.
::Earlier that day::
The natives were clad in colored extravagants
Made from berries and black saps that sets..
along a patch of yellow lilies grown along the Parana bank
Walter felt a kinship. They were hunters like himself
not quite his equal, they were savages; “animals” he felt,
lack the soul of the civilized. But that will to survive, a prize in itself

The High priest awaited his arrival
His body, blotches of dots representing songs and symbols
arranged in artworks that echoed across ponds and temples;
appeasing the call of the Godess Im-Oh

“Come in, Walter” he said, gesturing with his hand
Walter enters the barrier, aware the respect he commands
“I did not come for protections” he stammered
“I’m here for information”
“Information?” Asked the Priest, dreading the answer
“Wendigo” said Walter, in a rather callow manner
“There are more than birds and beasts in this world” asserted the priest
“And as such, we are not meant to disturb the world beneath
There are places forbidden..”
“NOTHING IS FORBIDDEN TO ME! All you need is nerve, you'll see”

IV.
::present time::
“Something’s not right..” the air felt stale, lack of substance
He’s felt panic in all its facets but this...this….was past such junction
Near collapse, his eyes diverted back to the sun’s tainted glow
At that instance, the ledge gave way as Walter plummet into the space below

V.
Darkness. All around him were darkness beyond reach
Even his thoughts fell between horror and reprieve
His motion suspended, still that sensation of falling deceives
"Floating", perhaps the word choice for a more congruous means
It wasn’t all alien, he’s felt it before, many times as a kid
plummeting of the stomach; a 'coaster ride the rise and sudden dip

Though rendered weak, he notices a deep drumming gradually starting
It was soft yet deafening - caught in a pulse of calamity's calm
However it was not of auditory sensory, but a fabrication of the mind.
Unsure if it’s a product of inner needs or him processing the grandeur, sublime

Then…..

Halt…

“IIIMMMM…...OOOOOOHHH

With the last of his strength, Walter uttered “Whhhhooooo is that????”

“IIIMMM…….OOOOOOOHHH”

VI.
In the vast canvas of darkness, an even darker, massive figure took shape
It shook and quake his inner psyche despite no movements made
A light slowly manifested within the huge ass cave
It was an endless, boundless stretch beyond time and space
The sound it made-

“IIIIMMMM…...OOOOOOOOHHHHHH”

It’s body a disjointed compulsion of size and shapes.
Eyes would race from back to front, side to side in violent waves
the pressure! the scope left to his primitive cognition
It was all a bit much even for one such as Walter’s position
He felt its mental clutch. Around it, little lights and dust floated about
He adjusted his sight, examining tiny clusters of clouds
Blinking as the particles progresses in spiral patterns
His mind rattled, as he gathered what his mind would fashion
All sense and logic thrown out, he was witnessing THE TAPESTRY
the lights were suns and stars, the small concentric dusts were galaxies!
Meanwhile he’s being ripped apart, shifting back and forth from reality
Future, past and present, tossing turning simultaneously
He sees a child walking in a dust bowl that transformed into a tranquil sea
Freezing, burning, relief, the hurt, accidents, purpose - how could this be?!
Then….

SILENCE.

“IIIMMMMM…...OOOOOOHHHHH”

The primordial goddess sung her last tune,
resetting his reality as Walter collapsed in this vast tomb.

VII.
He opened his eyes. He can feel the rays of the sun.
The warmth on his skin, negated the pain that succumb
Awake, Walter recognizes the shape of the enclosure
It was a cave! He made it back, still dazed from the excursion
The light urging him on. Hurt, he followed the sound and the scent
to an open creek, there he sees a thin boy of native descent
HEY!!! HELLLPP!!, he pleaded - the boy would see him and run
As Walter looked on, his skin glistening in the evening sun