Grueling images of things to come.

Kill, kill, kill.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

Hooked claws snatch the weak ones. The strong flee. To no avail.

This one spared for later, trapped in the cavernous depths of the carapace. The bleed is not for all.

A buzzing sound interrupts a head while others continue the maiming, rending motions.

“Oh, it’s just me. Still can’t conjure a name for my… self?  The others are here with me.”

I am the lion; Chimerae reborn. Redecorative angel-bane. Abomination? Without a doubt.

Doves fly fast, some get through the Ravens.

So fell Erech and its spawn.


This is a side-drabble for "This Is Not For You."

"Of a good beginning cometh a good end." Beginnings of the beginning