lines for stories

Lo, The Void Being Behemoth Fell from the Sky, and all was Vast and Flaming.

The great Beast Horizon rose on glassen legs, to shatter the mountains with it's call.

In the Deep a low note sounded, a rumbling vibration which shook the rust from the rocks.

The Watcher sat on the rock of his Birth, cord still tied to his belly, the frozen remains of his prey crumbling silently in the meadow around him.

The Mountains were moving, on stilt legs they rose from the grass, with bellowing cries of lust and joy and agony they strode to follow the sun.

The MorD'Moth lay ahead, that vast plain of grass and mountains that walked, the culmination of all time and space and human imagination, the road at the end of the rainbow of infinite.