The Wall i put my fears inside

the walk did not at any point slow. not until the deep-buried eyes could give the spectre - claiming solidity - a proper appraisal

( it required the neck to bend, as the difference in height was too great ).

long marred muzzle. face masked, two charcoal lines making a cross.

and the eyes. they stirred one memory; a dead child. it was the last sacrifice bernadette made. she had believed sweethabor the answer, and would have been by this sight made to rethink it -

but bernadette was long dead and rotted.

thick, black lips slid back, revealing yellow-stained grin.

"what maketh one more... than flesh and bone."

a glint in the gaze now tilted towards greying light.

"thou sayeth... thou's become corporeal. that so... pray tell, how spirit did achieve so?"