27 Septiembre de 2009

"Cross river, see I sun is hurt as come he by of sun-set-down. Glean I they sky-beasts is all catch and tear at he, for blood of he is fall on they, that all of sky is come as blood.
Ways off I see Hob, turns he now bout, that one edge of he's frightening face is all with bright, and sun blood wet on branch-horns of he. Glean I Hob is not of dirt, as is I and I's walking people, born of dirt and live by dirt and put to dirt and all. He is of fire. Fire's black bout of he's eyes. Fire's blood on of he's horns."




-The voice of the Fire
10000 ac
Alan Moore