Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Silent Judging

In the night funnels form to fill the heads of children with candies and adults with the nightmares of realities past. With the retirement of the day a new creature awakes to control the land until the rising of the son. As the sun disappears into the slot machine of time the wheels spin and results are given not chosen. Funerals are formed, babies are born, and lives are lost, all common occurrences of the night. A though from one and a forceful blow from the other, the streets are full. Floating up above the moon watches and gathers information, silently judging the people in an attempt to win favor from the owner of the light.

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