They don’t speak the language, they don’t know the customs.
Your prompt is TOURISTS.
Taking the wrong turn
Confused and noisy, accents
Grate the nerves… wrong turn
No one will miss them, at least, not right away…
They don’t speak the language, they don’t know the customs.
Your prompt is TOURISTS.
Taking the wrong turn
Confused and noisy, accents
Grate the nerves… wrong turn
No one will miss them, at least, not right away…
Thirsting for vibrance,
They peel the soul and leave husks.
Only shadows remain.
He began to carve a name onto the gargoyle,
high up there on the cathedral roof -
Found fallen onto patio far below,
neck gouge most mysterious.