El Dorado

for as much as anyone would care to admit, it all seemed rather molesting. the skies held dominion over the peeled despot of sunset. women young and old shirked in peasantry kissed two of their fingers. they pointed at the cross of Christ as their fingers dragged over their body to make the symbol in respect. already 5 minutes late,the carriage arrived as a beacon of a full moon. Maidens and spinsters threw their bodies toward the ground and caressed his ankles in a desperate grab of adoration. in consideration he pulled away without dismay. without fanfare or ovation the carriage swaggered its horse pulled frame through fogs cascade. beneath the seat held a bottle of Brandy stolen from a brothel in Paris. it was easy for ones eyes to fixate on a lazy wooden panel..... etched in distressed lettering the word EL DORADO. the name had a sinister charm and the evening became and enchantress of daggers.