Thanatos and Something Dark This Way Comes
Her eyes are clear, but they are wide, afraid, and vacant. She still growls. Her empty eyes roll and fall on me.
Her eyes are clear, but they are wide, afraid, and vacant. She still growls. Her empty eyes roll and fall on me.
“You now belong to the dead. You now belong to the damned. You now belong to Mr. Hades.”
“Evil,” he croaked. “One should not throw stones, or call the kettle black, John.”
This is the merry chase: it is the part where the human soul is denial.
As I held it in my hands, it sang to me. It was the song of the cosmos, of creation, of life, of death, of the yes and the no.