Devils Gauntlet

Darkness was descending in a crawled dread, entering evening’s creepy gloom by that fence vile and sharp as evil silhouettes of greed’s luv.. In the narrow guarded gates, a Halloween alibi living open, is a walking workforce all powerful sporting eyes, bloodied, from searing naked souls… Gamblers risk the chains always snapping Ankles bound clank with links as Metallica undoes panic screams, of nonexistent you, now a mere silent statistic mute and shorn, tied down in a sterile stainless-steely night left to the mercies of a tamed cold, so feral… Edenites guard walled riches from the ogre that hails from a south, full of satanic heat! (11/27/2022 - For Emile Pinet’s Halloween contest)