DeepWaters

Dark woods, flying shadows, ghostly voices, mysterious paths, swirling wind. Flipping books, mixed chapters. Lonely roads, gloomy spirit, loud silence. Killer deal, bit by bit, hundred voices, saying 'kill'. None but self. Don't listen. Like birdbox, don't look. Speak light, blind darkness. Defeat them, the shadows, flipping thoughts, flying shadows, scary voices. Defeat them, the mysterious paths, swirling winds. Yes you can. Defeat them.

They left him for dead in the woods. Changing rays of sunshine, with dry wind of the north. It is the way of heartless men. He fought with a bear, not just injuries for a reward, but the claws to present his bravery, and the coat of fur to fight the cold. Pawnees adorned with porcupine roaches, trading stolen pelts for horses. French men with bad business, defeated by the Cherokees. Written in the stony blood pump, the laws of vengeance. Written in the palm, the wrath of swords and guns.