Deep within the valley of the screaming hawk, ancient gnarled ugly trees whisper of the night’s devilish scenes, and eerie cackles and whoops of utter derision drift around them gently like spirits. Animals this night stand statue like, struck dumb with fear.
The trees they whisper of naked devils, who danced around them in the deep of the night, devils who sung, and rejoiced, and then entered a coma like sleep for hour upon hour.
But what the ancient trees did not behold which was as yet hidden from all reality was the activity that was going on within the demons sess pool like minds, where they wallowed in lakes of crimson blood, and slowly emerging from these lakes of blood like a phoenix rising out of the ashes before them, a huge horned god, who breathed streams and great gouts of fire, into which the devils shrieked, and drooled, grinding their teeth, immersing themselves within the beautiful pain of the flames, which lapped, and licked around them. Aroused now, and massively stimulated by the arrival of their horned god, their dreams began to become fleshy, real, beginning to bubble, and gush out of their nostrils, out of their open mouths, spouting replicas of the great horned gods, hundreds upon hundreds of winged devils that night began to glide effortlessly through the deep dark forests of the screaming hawk, Reality now, devils born from the dreams of devils, they began to wreak havok.
The good gods far above the swirling clouds, stared down at the scenes, stared down through misty eyes clouded with tears, through sad, normally laughing eyes, for they knew that the longest night of planet earth had arrived with vengeance. A new night land had been born, for the flying multitudes of devils like parasites had surrounded the sun, and greedily they fed off and extinguished the solar flames, thus permanently sending planet earth into a total and complete umbra darkness.
Night land, oh night land now reigns forever.
Copyright © 2002 by M.J. Hewitt and Bewildering Stories.