Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Something stirs…

In the darkness, the dead dream. What was believed held in Death’s firm embrace rouses itself in the night-haunted halls and gloomy chambers deep under the earth. 

It is coming.

2 comments:

Vanadorn said...

Echoing voices sounding from the eldritch space between the darkened places. Calling calling softly.

Does it sound like..."s t o n e h e l l" ?

Does it?

My mace is gripped tightly in my sweaty palm, my eyes pick through the gloom. I am ready, let it come, if that what it truly is.

ScrivenerB said...

You had me at "night haunted halls". Hooray!