SilikaShadavein

"Halt! This is the police!" blared a megaphone. Police cars sped, siren screaming, to the front of the dilapidated apartment complex. Men in uniform jumped out of the cars and ran into the building with their guns drawn. Just to the side of the door, a man lay at the bottom of the staircase with a broken neck and several deep gashes on his body. From the floors above came muffled thumps and a scream. The officers rushed up the stairs to the second floor. A trail of carnage led them down the hall to the last room on the left. There were gouges in the walls and bullet holes. Two more people were slumped over in pools of blood. They were cover

In a land long lost it had been foretold, The coming of two sinister beings. They shall arrive on a night marked by cold, And a blood red moon ris'n above all things. Spawned of highest heaven and deepest hell, All sorrow and anguish they are doomed to bear. Their eyes of green and hair of red do quell, In the hearts of those who surround them, fear. Angels of Death and wicked Devils sly, Be their true nature and defines their Fate. For the passing souls, tears of blood they cry; With malice they judge all who pass the Gate. While their guise and illusions may impress, To thee I now pray: Beware the Nameless.

my hands gave it sounds but all we see is more than nothing else the year will last carefree and better tied in stone I want for eyes and wait the feeble summer days green and bruised you've been set hoping to your ways