& to a place i come where nothing shines
There it is, almost like clockwork: the pounding of fists against one of the boarded up temple windows, beating a pattern of desperation and urgency that can only mean one thing. "Help! SOMEBODY HELP US!" It sounds like a woman, but she doesn't sound alone. Along with the words spoken are youthful shrieks of fear. A child? Two?
It would explain the us.
"P-please, my husband- oh, gods, there was so much blood! Let us in!" More knocking, more fear. She's clearly terrified out of her wits, and out there alone in the dark... what will she do? What will you?
It would explain the us.
"P-please, my husband- oh, gods, there was so much blood! Let us in!" More knocking, more fear. She's clearly terrified out of her wits, and out there alone in the dark... what will she do? What will you?
