These men want to birth decay. How little they know. I bleed death as the moon wanes.

Surprise! You thought I’d be red, the colour of eternal fire and brimstone. But I am simply a reflection of the nastiest species to walk God’s green and blue Earth.

They often recalled those long periods of rain during their morning prayers, as if something mechanical could ever yield anything tender. Inevitably, what came from under those deep- uprooted grasses,

The flames boasted powerfully out of my chimney, illuminating my beautiful army as it trekked to the village. Tonight would be my night to shine. Tonight would be the villagers

Sharon tried to warn Tom about the neighbors. Their hairless heads gleaming like errant moons. The dark hollows of their eyes thrust at her like a honed blade. The stares