she hovers above the thick folds of the dark groovy clouds
Unseeing to the eyes of the faithless men
Taints every dark ominous though
Lures the fearless to their broken selves
She hangs around the shapes ,the hollows of the tapestries
Crouched low being every dark alley
Shadows trail her steps
She slithers down into the broken tents
Horror seeps within a...