The candle was obscured from view, it bleed a Shadow on all its abyss of onyx lit upon. The crow Shuddered and feathers fell like droplets of blood. They trailed to the floor, it was as night but was Tormented by the unyielding soul laced within.
The depraved demon had left it featherless, its Flesh brittle as it crowed one last time the repugnant Odour wisped forth, silence had fallen darkness had Kissed upon its life and lurking like a parasite It fed Corrupted as each feather fell, each breath was misery.
Repulsive incarnation of jealousy it felt life was Repugnant in its thoughts, all that dwelled in here And in the light were dormant, empty it needed to Hinge its essence to life. To slaughter the whispers Of angels that breathed thoughts inside now silenced.
As long as the candle burnt charred light so like moths To a flame would life be held hostage in this place. Each life digs an abyss to throw used vessels away, The hillside a deposit of bone and agony the earth Screams silently now barren where once lush.