there was thunder the night i went to find this lurking fear, alone I was not in a stroke of lightning, a village once felled blood and gore, the only remains
bodies and human debris bespeaking so vividly such cryptic deaths all died so gruesomely a flash of lightning demonic shadows cast once made from human flesh degenerated at long last
a shadow on the chimney a blasphemeous abnormality strangling tendrils of a cancerous horror Munroe's face chewed off and gouged