Survivor report: "He was so quiet, so calm, so rushless while he was slicing our wives, fellow comrades and children... I can't say how his eyes were, but I remember I could see the true face of sadness in them... He wasn't angry, he wasn't excited either, he just began his slaughter without saying anything... and disappeared like a shadow... a shadow of sadness... A dancer in the middle of a ritual to calm his thirst of blood, and to forget his lack of love, under the moon... a red moon..."
An oldie that was hanging around DeviantArt, hope you guys like it. |
Gotta love my broken English from those edgy, olden times haha.