Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26837444-20150912011546

Firstly i had this idea of breaking the normal creepypasta with stories narrated like a regular normal and make a poetry. Here goes a prototype:

Behind the gates of iron, under a sleepy dirt pile, hides inside a plastic bag the book never to be opened.

With golden words is written for everyone to read and know whoever dares to look inside, may never be the same again.

The book has a peculiar name the title of The Book Of Death it doesn't mean what you think because you shall never read it.

Inside hides not a lie or a truth, hides life and death for people, exists a reality that may guide you, to a ever lasting peace yet unknown.

It was written by the hand of death, by an angel with golden wings, not by the dark being you may think, because end of life is nothing but peace.

I am the life taken by the book, am i the victim of the only truth, and it's my job to take care of you, by telling you what is inside.

I do not wish your death, reader, but God told me to write you this, as it may condemn a whole humanity, so let me tell the story of my destiny.

Was my person nothing but a kid, a happy kid thats shouldn't have died, but fate guided me along this path, and now i've reached its end.

My story shortly must be told, because my objective is for humans to know what guides those pages, so let my humble story begin.

Once a God's angel told me, he got lost between some dreams, he gave me this big red book, I couldn't read what was inside.

I couldn't tell my parents, all at all it was just a vision, but the angel never returned, though i waited dream after dream.

I grew older and learned to read, so once i had this red book in my head, my imaginary hands touched the words, written with the purest gold.

It was written the title already named, title i try to avoid with my heart, because that dream never ended because i never woke up again.

Page after page i read it, never stopped to think where i was, I read chapter after chapter, never my eyes being taken away its white.

When i ended the last verse of my condemn, I noticed my golden dreams were not, I was surrounded by darkness, and a strange feeling of peace.

I didn't want to run from my place, there was nothing i could do, either was nowhere a place to go, because i soon noticed the floor i was standing.

There was no time where i was, there was no place, no life, no death, just a deep dark vision around me, just a mad-driving silence, and tranquility.

Soon i saw an embrighten light with a white so brillant, and so white, i thought my eyes were not mine, because they couldnt have resisted.

Indeed they were not my peepers, it was my soul's windows opened, and my feet, not mine anymore but death's, guided me to this brillance.

There God told my mission, He told me which has always been my destiny, it could only be done when dead, because an angel called Death has rebelled.

He was under God wings for history time, but he found how important he was, so he ran and made his own thing, escaping from his father with the death in hand.

God then ran to stop his son, but no matter how fast he did, he could only do one thing to stop, he made Death get lost within dreams.

Thats how he arrived my dream, because it was mine the place he fell, leaving me with the book he wrote, being reading my condemn

Now i must do what was told to, to tell you what rests behind these pages, to aware never to open the book given by a golden angel.

Do yourself a favour, please, before continue this path you have, look around you carefull, be sure you are not asleep.

Death is the name of my writing hand, Death has written these sacred words, not a black ghostly being, but a golden fallen angel.

Because my job is to control, what foolish humans can not, what my enemy, Life, can not, the balance of live and die.

May you my dear be awared, between your hands lie death, between your fingers rest condemn, in your eyes a peaceful soul.

Let me tell you my human, every time you reach an edge, every sentence you end, every coma is an end.

Because as you continue to read this, as you follow your path, between these pages people die, may you chose to continue.

Rest between my pure wings, hush hush now, don't you cry, feel your lungs breathing, as someone's will never do again.

Feel silence of your surrounding, let your ears hear the nature, be awared of your beating heart, as someone's has stopped forever.

Are you smart my dear? Feel your brain work, as someone's lights has turned off, and your's still work.

Thank you, you give me job to do, I have souls to be taken, every sentence a blinded body, a soul to forever sleep.

As if you are my TV, i have control of your life, I may change the channels, I may also turn it off.

So you better be good with me, and may you open this book every night, as if one day, one of my words have changed, you may never turn back.

You have entered to the world of dreams, you may never return if i decide, so remember the words read, as they may be a change in your path.

You have received my notes, means i am now your path, God is now nothing for your soul, as from my Father i have runned away.

Oh my reader, may you return! Please never forget to check as if these words written change, may you put your name on a grave.

Pd, i wrote it as a poem, but when i put preview it doesnt look the way i wrote it. Why? 