Clay Universe
The sun is setting over the waters…
The fowl tucked away in the willows preparing for their slumber…
As shades of purple and orange bleed into black…The nocturnal creatures hear their last lullaby’s.
Eye hear him approaching…Cloven hooves clattering against the cobble stone…I dare not look…I dare not think…I dare not breathe…
I lay motionless in my space.
I understand why he has come..
I know what I’ve done…
The Box has been in front of me all these years…
Empty…