Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
Deimos didn’t expect the howling – a deep, penetrating yowl brought on by humans and not another fellow predator, his breath coming out in waves as senses yearned to articulate the notions and motions behind the singular bellow, didn’t know the meaning, didn’t know the herald, the approximation, the renouncement, and of what. The rock formation granted him a fortification for the moment, barely peering out over the rim to spy upon what lingered. He might’ve seen the man before at meetings, at unfolded events, like a piece of the backdrop or foreground, but he was brutally unfamiliar in the twisted coiled and distortions now.
Is this was the season had brought? Friends, allies, and the unknown chiseled into foes, adversaries, and enemies?
Something, foreign, not his voice, not his insinuations, not his pretenses, told him not to leave, to guard, to protect, as he’d always done, as he’d committed every ounce of his life to. The rose lay below his feet, sheltered for the moment, under his vehement decrees and stances. He waited, he listened, not announcing his presence, not declaring his entity, his existence – a predacious midst, raptor exploits, the brandishing of enchantments and invocations simmering between his veins. Ready, eager, ardent, and nefarious – drenched in the nefarious croons of a primordial tradition – danger, treachery, and ruin.
Is this was the season had brought? Friends, allies, and the unknown chiseled into foes, adversaries, and enemies?
Something, foreign, not his voice, not his insinuations, not his pretenses, told him not to leave, to guard, to protect, as he’d always done, as he’d committed every ounce of his life to. The rose lay below his feet, sheltered for the moment, under his vehement decrees and stances. He waited, he listened, not announcing his presence, not declaring his entity, his existence – a predacious midst, raptor exploits, the brandishing of enchantments and invocations simmering between his veins. Ready, eager, ardent, and nefarious – drenched in the nefarious croons of a primordial tradition – danger, treachery, and ruin.
DEIMOS
