Fighting With the Devil

Juan goes to church, because he sees the devil in his dreams.  He wakes up in the middle of the night with sweat streaming down his body. “I don’t know why Satan don’t let go of me,” Juan wails on his hands and knees.  Father Mallory motions for him to get up.  “What do I do,

Tongues of Hell

Illustration by Poet Rummager   Darkers speak in tongues of hell. (Sheldon Kleeman) Burning words sear my heathen heart. (Poet Rummager) Incinerate your desire to dispel illusions.  (FlyTrapMan) Thrust my blade into your darkness.  (Twisted Roads of Madness) The wages of sin is death.  (Na trioblóidí) Shadows unleashed. Comes, the forgotten dead. (Monochrome Nightmares) The

You Can’t Drink It Away

He drank heavily.  Forget who you are and what you’ve done. Keep your eyes down and don’t look at it. His plan failed. The full moon mocked him as he stumbled outside; his head spinning and his claws scraping the ground. He growled at a pink elephant in the distance.   *A “pink elephant” is