Lunatic Deuteronomy

There is a place.

Beneath those ancient ruins in the moor.

That calls out to the boldest among them.

“We are the flame!” They cried.

“And Darkness fears us!”

Their descent spurred on by fantasies of riches

And glory from laying bare whatever abnormality

Roams restlessly in that unholy abyss…

The darkness is insidious and swallows the intruders.

Before there was time.

Before there was anything.

There was nothing.

And before there was nothing.

There were monsters.

Rising out of this choking darkness.

The old gods beat back the shadows.

Few of the antediluvian monsters escaped their righteous crusade.

Atlast it seemed the world was freed of the horrors.

The court was a hive of hedonism.

Where instinct and impulse were indulged with wild abandon.

A shrouded predator slipped in among the swarm of teetering sycophants.

Though outwardly refined. X sensed in him a morbid hunger.

Driven half mad by clawing vulgarity.

X decided to rid himself of this threat in a grand display of sadistic sport.

But as the moment of murder drew nygh. 

The full moon revealed his inhuman desires in all their stultifying hideousness.

You were right to fear the world.

It has gone mad.

The gutters brim with poets

And decency lies burning in the streets.

But this is not a time for heroes.

Look instead to those lost souls.

Like lost sheep at the mercy of the night.

In the howling darkness of the end.

Men will become monsters.

But hope will ride with those courageous enough to carry the moon’s gift.