The Nightriders

Under the spectrum of chameleon sky the transiting sun shines deceptively on the masked faces of ingenious craft, walk you enticed on blind garden path. In the dense night of broken dreams you don’t hear their footfall of silence. Their sneaky eyes probe to consume as masks dissolve in depth of darkness. In the desolate domain of ineptitude under the ebony sky on murky ground the nocturnal animals prowl around, stalking the haunted who can’t hide. The nightriders slither from the wilds, unmasked they morph to feral demons. Unsuspecting predators on the hunt, sinister sly creatures of menace lurk. With arcane acumen of trickster devils as sordid silhouettes of evil they creep stealthily onto quintessence of your life, sip the seraphic ambrosia of your soul. Posted : February 27, 2020 June 16, 2020 Contest : Strand No 800 Sponsor : Brian Strand