Creatures of the night are unified in watching.
Processions of figuires caped in midnight stand guard against the honeydew call.

The tainted ebony casket hangs like a pendulum meandering through the concious thought of those who believe.

elevated synopsis coverts the soul mindsets of sleel corrupted by the weeping evil of such ungodly acts.

steeped in surrealistic inneptitude the morning has no place. Sunlight quickened then snapped, scorched earth, grey ash of the once riteous is at last forgotten.