Πέμπτη, 12 Ιανουαρίου 2017

Mythos

When night falls, strangers meet in the shadows. They cling to each one's doom, they murmur in circles: "Blessed be Thy name... and Thy scent... and Thy wisdom... But, something lurks in the dark... and looms up, as the hour grows thin. It is a pest?.. Is it a white noise?.. I really can't tell.

As pale moonlight approaches the crest of the Alpha, a moth slithers in flame through the dark. A bell rings. And along, it brings the high-pitched titter of a laughter. Is it a demon's rattling?.. Is it a spat's pasting?.. My mouth lacks of words to be uttered.

The gate opens... A gaze... a maze... and a leap of faith. I want to be you. Oh! How i wish to be someone else!.. and wriggle my doom in Time's vortex.

So... it began. First, there were three. The Breath. The Sight. And the Blight.
It... came through the darkest hour. And caressed the loins of the Earth. To the point, when its belly ached and convulsed with fret and frisson.

                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                            To be continued...


Artwork: "Help", by MissGribouille