A small description of an image in my mind.
Pink explosion, passion flying around him. His black hounds of hair painted red classing against a broken sky. above, the heavens rip at the gods anger, fury, decision. flames brake out sweet smell, sour smoke. Opening to the door of death, of destruction, of creation in the recycled recurrence of place. Ring of death worming around his strong hands, his thick finger as he helps me up. Blood, burns the stench of flesh as rememberably cruel world says goodnight.
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