#darkness falling

A Rose Arcana 

swift the descending night quells

visions of our peace.

Stepping forward from the mist as it swirled and clung to his ankles like his shackles of guilt and self made torment, he looked to the other masked man. Though the perminant smile was plastered on his shell of confidance, there was a look of dismay upon his real face. A face that was scared and disconected from the world.

“We where brought here for this. We where made to be used.” “Death is not our tool.. But it is ‘it’s’..” Frank spoke darkly, his frenzy passing as he cried out in a grunt of agony. Taking a moment to breath before he looked back to the one before him. Gripping his knife as knuckles turned white. Bloodlust consuming him as he thought of his next trial.