Wednesday, April 22, 2015

viscid beast

Courage cannot not kill it.

Even now, that emaciated mass of gnarled fur and huge, crushing teeth flits through shadows on long, spindling legs. It stalks, ever-hungry, where the forest overtakes the old, straight roads. Like limp spines, the lost weapons and tangled bones of too many brave men hang knotted in its hair.

It is a fearsome thing made to reap fear. Fear feeds it.

Only reckless surety could harm it. Only madness can save you now.

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