A SINISTER TRIAL
Trudged through nettle, bramble and thistle alike. Knee deep in shit, swamp and mud through sunset rays all the same - we wade.
Cackling in our disguises, I - THE NIGHT - bore a rock in a sack, he - THE LIGHT - bore a cracker of flame.
Flanked by herds of cattle stampeding, they marked our path uphill through barbed wire and gnarled tree and charged with the turn of Sol - a lonely doe pranced with the wane of Luna.
Hours pass as razors snag our clothes and the cruel clouds cast shapes of crueller fates.
Waiting for dusk under a triangular sign - the stars were right, and a barn owl's silent salute heralds a dark morphosis.
Shedding our skin with heckling disgust - enter; Black Mask, Black Cowl, Black gaze and Black means to the pallid goal.
Slinking like serpentine shade did we arrive.
A degenerate's sleep disturbed, a bump in the night, a debt fulfilled and a town dismayed!
A disturbed delinquent and his delights, now slinking soundly through delicate night.
Fleeing the light - LUCIFUGOUS - as shadows through fields unseen, nettles my colours, nettles my stripes, nettles my guard through the searchers and their strife.
Cross the dead stream of styx o'er a cracked barren wood, I wait for no respite.
Blue sirens blue sirens, come bring me a fight; for I am enflamed with Loke's Blights!
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