The purple hooded monk has the cure to make me sleep
The root it holds so close and dear will clear my active mind
Standing in taciturn contemplation toes buried in the ground
Taking a bite of the valued root whose juices numb my lips and tongue
The bitter pulp tickling my thought as I find a spot upon the ground to lay
The Purple hooded monks stand over me as a smile blooms on my light blue lips as I finally go to sleep
Chapter four, Ask and ye shall receive, the first blood is drawn! \*as a note in this universe the Nordic pantheon, religion and gods are the 2nd biggest religion in the states next to the Christ faiths, I myself am a atheist and I am doing all the...
Chapter Three, Of Booze and Faith Jake Jake stood at the bottom of the ladder facing Brody, who stood wide eyed in shock. Realizing who it was the fox composed himself. "I'm going after the bastards who killed my mother and kidnapped my sister,...
Chapter Two, Vengeance Rises From The Ashes Brody ............................. Brody opened his eyes his vision taking time to clear. The young fox looked around his hands bound to the main beam of the barn next to his father and brother. He...