The cut slimed stone walls burried the fallen crest of the setting sun. Firery orange drifting into the sinjed fade of hope dying. Screams broke through the fog cracking the crisp lines of a clammy silence. Breath rasped as their back suctioned to the green of the stones circling them. Silence wakes. Footsteps when there should be none....
Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4
No comments:
Post a Comment