The crimson eye of hate that steals the breath through pulmonary pathways torn apart— with tantalizing visions of your death— the Bannok steals the Fortitude of heart. To feast upon the life sustaining blood and purse his snarled lips against the flow— To revel in the weakness from the flood as courage fades and fear begins to grow. While shadows offer pain to crowd the sight the Bannok sits and cackles on his throne and grasps the valve in curious delight to plunge the severed artery back home… Where finding strength and vision is restored we choose to let the gasping be ignored...
Copyright © 2022 By Keith E. Sparks Jr.
First Appeared in Impspired Magazine...
Shadowfall.