"There is no worse fate for a man than to be eaten by another man who looks like a decent-sized owl..."
Old Hishnash saying
Some say the moon is an eye. And if it is truly an eye it bled well that night when I saw it in 26, as I was walking below it I saw it - the eye, the blood red eye, the eye in the sky.
The bloody eye -
A vast eye above!
The moon is the vast eye - the eye of a dragon with a belly full of fire and death - a belly of doom. Foul folks burn there. It is a place of gloom.
The sky was dark as night skies always are - till the eye opened behind the fickle flying clouds. And there it was thick and red, and from it bled - mountains and rivers of gore. Blood mountains. Blood hills. Blood rivers trickling into blood streams and into blood seas - the blood was all I could see - see seeping into the clouds from the skies - till all I could see was blood.
O please save me!
All I could see was blood...
Blood red skies, o how I despise, those dreadful meaningless blood red skies.
A shape flies over - turning the red to black for a second and only that. Was it a cloud or something more - something more to stand against the gore?
O look at all that gore!
There is a letter waiting for me on my desk:
"Old friend. I beg thee to read this: I spend most of my days these days alone, but it is for the best. People should not be near me. I have become a drinker. I do not know to which degree I qualify, a drinker or a drunk, or a drinking drinker, but I drink a dreadful lot of drink when i wrote this. it has become my new way. and in my drunkenness i have seen many a thing, a thing that most people will not want to bring in to their average living lives. i have seen shadows but ah! that is just the start. a hooded figure and hooded figures, and that is just a lark when i compare them to the changing faces, the ugly faces grinning in my window and gazing at my heart. i see them whenever i put the drink down, or whenever i am generally down, i see the faces, the grinning faces, the fazing eyes, the dish shaped eyes - i hear the twee twoo, and i see the shadows too, and the blood lit eye of the moon becomes as dark as doom. the mountains of gloom, ruddy as doom-filled dreams become as shadows of a nightmare. but worst things i have seen, beyond the rim of every dream - a darkness lives and lurks beyond the axis, where no dream has a single access, the horrors of a doom filled mind. and there i have seen it, and there again i have seen them - twisting shapes - foul and foul! terrible things that make me tremble, and with what sanity i have left i try to assemble - something meaningful in my doom damned brain, let me say with some semblance, to something i have born witness: I saw these signs and twisted symbols: ##@ += ^ ****
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The owls are real and they are doomed and damned. Against them no force can withstand - they are darker than all time that has ever spanned. I will not be here when they expand.
Best wishes dear friend and be away, and do not let them lead thee astray, them owls that lurk in the night twee twoo, do not let them do to you, what they have done to the spine of time, on thy soul they must never dine!"
I put the letter down.
My eyes are so sore.
My mind is so tired.
O I am so tired...
My body aches.
Everything is a blur.
I look up and open my eyes - and to my surprise I see it, for a second or less - a creamy shape twisted and strange - quite deranged - and it had a head that resembled an owl.
Am I to be haunted by an owl?
Maybe it is to be my fate?
O please close the gate on my fate - o dear my fate! Please fate! Close the gate!
The owl will be my fate...
(Remember! All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)
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