The Gathering Patina of painted old men among whom reigned Soviet Brown. With Threads of Dresden Porcelain golden red squiggles coursing through their veins revealed via translucent flesh. With every heartbeat of arteries the room pulsed in harmonious sympathetic agreement rhythm.
I Like playing with the children for they remind me so much of my own. She abandoned the Babes in the Wood in a battered trailer. Bones found. Property gutted then demolished. Whereas you have built over sacred ground. I be the Watcher. Guardian of Innocent Lives. Sentinel for those demanding Justice.
Inter-sexed she morphed easily from She 2 He. A Shapeshifter of the truest form semi-clad in Reptilian garb. She an Excavator of Troubled Worlds. Replete with pebbles, stones, rocks, boulders and green grass frozen mountains.
Go towards the Light the Medium intoned. You’re Free to go and leave this place.
No said she/he. I will not be swept away by the tide of Ocean currents. I be the Watcher. Guardian of Innocent Lives. Sentinel for those demanding Justice.
I prefer to Creep alone in a familiar world. Checking its progress while I stay still. I resist the hostile territories beyond the veil.
Yes I’m gonna Creep Along………