Friday Night Lights

Faster than a precipitous squall, ivy spreads and climbs the wall.  It's quarried a landlocked structure in Nepal. Through the cracks wails an ominous battlefield call. The preamble of turnacets tied tight by medics to stall as profanities ptyalise saturating gauze deep red with gall.  Hanging the jaws in fascinated appall , rubberneckers congest the receiving friends' line snaking  down the hall.  Perturbation too thick to order from short to tall, the shoulders stacked by chaos wearing a one size fits  all shawl.  So barbwire a  must install to tear  then rake  camouflaged skin off words that underneath crawl. To limit the insidious minifies the  onslaught threatening to befall. Protecting the house sometimes requires merciless law taking only two at high noon to draw.