Rhyn-Art

Fearless wonders, clawing heaven's walls, Cold hearted snakes, drying in the heat, Beneath, those brittle stairs tremble, Skin excoriates from the razor-winds. Bodies, piled high, glazed up eyes They stare blankly into their souls Falling through desolation, timeless whispers, Venom filled hearts, darken the skies. Sweat condensates the humid air, Horns play at the baron’s palace, The place of pure ungenerosity, They bow, frozen for eternity.

he pondered for a while, Pacing back and forth, back and for.... he hears a scream "did I...... who was that?" he rubbed his face, looked out of the window "......nothing" he sits down pulls out a pipe from his gown looks at the clock "12" "It's late" quietly to himself strikes out a match and he smokes (loud ticking of the clock) he stares at his reflection above the fireplace looked out at the clock "2" "im late,must have fallen asleep" he reaches into his gown "ah my gun, my faithful friend" "LET US COMBINE OUR DESTINY" one more glance at the mirror "my faithful friend" he points his gun towards his head .............