Animals in the interior, they seeped in and out of the dense fog. Forgoing wretched painful bows, in the distance sensing awe inspiring nightly rage. Into the black swampy wood, it was easy to misstep when you didn’t have a trace of steps. Not sure if it was home, the bleakness of the calm was sensed for a moment in time. Red lips perched, as it was beyond unnerving to gaze upon. Scales for skin, and intrepidly exotic in nature. It came as no surprise this was an interest, a brisk gust of wind hit the face of the dark one’s. In time, we may be able to understand their purpose. In time, they would reveal their plans to the Universe.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger