Kage-Meiji

 The sound of gurgling and splashing water drifted throughout the air.  Below the calming aquatic ambiance, the light tunes of some far off record player warbled a somewhat distorted “Beyond the Sea” by Bobby Darin.  Beyond the soothing noise, the groaning of structural stress and fatigue echoed through the halls.  A gentle but chilling breeze whirled into the cul-de-sac, bringing with it the distinctive odor of moisture and decay, not decay of flesh and blood, but the decay of wood, paper, cardboard, and society.  The sounds gently covered the otherwise silence of the area as ocean-green light filtered through the windows.   The

For control of land, blades shall clash, Wielded by blind and righteous fury. About them, all will turn to ash, And leave none but the dead to bury. Fire shall descend, down from the sky, and be driven by magic of hate. Minions shall lead them all to die, controlled by demonic potentate. Hateful shapes will charge 'cross the land. To burning influence, some shall fall. Other shall meet their final stand, And rise again for a frozen call. To rigor mortis, none shall yield, and for a dark master they shalln't halt. And as plague sweeps 'cross town and field, their numbers will grow, his maddened cult.