While walking along the barren desert, there stood a tree that was scarred by time. Sitting atop a strong bough of the gnarled tree was a banshee who, just from taking a glance, was full of haughtiness and would be an infernal creature to ask directions from. Upon asking for directions out of the desert and back to home, she opened her lips and out swam an interminable song that was so transcendent that my mind swam and I began to wonder if the tokens in my pocket would get her to quiet. So, showing her the coins, she paused, creating an interlude in the madness. She pointed to a fire that spread itself along a glass mirror, a phoenix. Walking towards it I realized it was in a meditative state and would not be able to help me on my way home. Like anything else on the strange planet.
Beware-Mutated_Zombies · Tue Mar 10, 2009 @ 11:08pm · 0 Comments |