TheCycle

In the valley of darkness, Where the fog rolls through the night, The stars barely shine, With a partially exposed full moon. Clouds passing over head and below on the ground, How profound ... A noise comes, from this wonderful haven, The church in the distance stands as the only fortress. Wind blowing, grass shaking, a form rises. It shakes the dirt off itself and finds its target. Dashing, it rushes towards the church, Scaling the walls .. it stands on the very top .... It slips ... and crashes upon the church's roof.. The body falls to the devastation below. Another skull is impaled upon the roof's cross, For no one knows wh