Hounds of hell Archive

  • ‘Tis the October wind that speaks of death lying, waiting behind trees gone chill and bare.  Whistling through the limp limbs of despair, the wind sets restless souls loose on the still.  We light our campfires to ward our bodies from autumn’s shadow as we have for years gone black.  Most nights our primal safeguard of flame keeps demons’ souls at bay.  Yet, this night is Hallows Eve, the day of living hell. This night of deathly solstice calls shades of havoc that would walk amongst the living just as wolves stalk wintry livestock, huddled together to parry the cold.  Hades’ gates have now swung open to unleash the hounds of hell on our mortal flesh; they aim to announce […]

    October Wind

    ‘Tis the October wind that speaks of death lying, waiting behind trees gone chill and bare.  Whistling through the limp limbs of despair, the wind sets restless souls loose on the still.  We light our campfires to ward our bodies from autumn’s shadow as we have for years gone black.  Most nights our primal safeguard of flame keeps demons’ souls at bay.  Yet, this night is Hallows Eve, the day of living hell. This night of deathly solstice calls shades of havoc that would walk amongst the living just as wolves stalk wintry livestock, huddled together to parry the cold.  Hades’ gates have now swung open to unleash the hounds of hell on our mortal flesh; they aim to announce […]

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