Man and the Last God
Scrap fiction, some time after the murder of Iylum
July 6, 2011
Gloaming Halo
In its stone cradle, a senescent basilica burns.
A monstrous skeleton, mantled by a gloaming halo.
By night, no ghosts linger. Only smoke, char, and the echo of a vengeful god's somnolent footfalls.
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