dieanyway

The One Quiet Night. That one empty night. The silent spheres align. Their solitary symphony sing with the heartbeat of the Earth. Stars quietly whisper warnings, The trees tremble, Ancient workings heave, groan into weary life. Fate is set in motion. The wolf, weathered in spirit and body, calls out to the moon, It has started It has started. But the heavens merely watch down. In the sea of trees, Smoke, thick and dull exhales, and escapes into the choking night. The animals are excited by the smell of carnage. Someone runs, In their eyes, the world is merrily dancing. Their bloodied hands have never felt wind