The crows sang best on the shoulders of the gunsmiths that had fallen asleep forever. Their scattered bodies floated in the tar bath that stretched beneath the gnarled trees with the thick, time-cracked bark. A huge moon, white and frozen, lay tethered to the sky in two thick, rusty chains, tied with a padlock. During the mating season, black scorpions invaded the steamy swamp in which phosphorescent larvae writhed, emitting discontinuous sound waves, like the tuning of a symphony orchestra.

In the middle of winter, the storm blew hard, threateningly shaking the lunar sphere from side to side between the old chains. It sounded like a colossal broken bell with its clapper cut off. Stuck in the mud, a horse’s head black armor stared at you through his blank, dark eyes, like an oracle at the gates of the abyss.

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Elise Black

Elise Black

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I am 257" tall from cap to tail and wear a hat with wide rolled brims, suit with bow tie, a black monocle with golden edges, mustache and walking stick.