He walks around bare chested, looking forlorn and wanton. His walk resembles a gait which seems to have faded away with time and it's strictest measures. Vehicular traffic, dusty roads, patches of carbon, normal people and such mundane-ness refuses to budge his madness.
His other brothers dot the steps by a water body. One blackens his face while the other slowly paces up and down while constantly looking down at the scathing sun. The burning floor on which he moves his feet absorb the blistering beating of life gone by. Their respites are these lonely, brooding trysts with a darkness that beseeches them even though the sun is screaming at their despair.
They walk their own sorcery, their vowels and consonants bring to them a magnesium-bright flare of memory. They stagger through these pages along a crack of a moon and a forgotten sun. There is a creature living in their souls wolfing down in the flames until it is also singed!
His other brothers dot the steps by a water body. One blackens his face while the other slowly paces up and down while constantly looking down at the scathing sun. The burning floor on which he moves his feet absorb the blistering beating of life gone by. Their respites are these lonely, brooding trysts with a darkness that beseeches them even though the sun is screaming at their despair.
They walk their own sorcery, their vowels and consonants bring to them a magnesium-bright flare of memory. They stagger through these pages along a crack of a moon and a forgotten sun. There is a creature living in their souls wolfing down in the flames until it is also singed!
