Detective Greenbones, Mr. Clavis In The Abyss Of Foaming Werewolf
By Vibrant Oddities
October 27th, 1880
Red Lands, Zarkinland
Cacolethinaos, Pacific Ocean
Blood moon return, fecal footprints of monstrosity withered lay in chains from above.
Extraterrestrials from another land storms the seas constant instability raging closer.
Foaming werewolf howls with the weeping night, in control by Neptune waters rise.
From clear caress into crimson brutality, river runs red uplifting the bodies of whales.
Mr. Clavis in the mighty booze house of Red Lands, a telegram for Greenbones brew bells.
Intensity floods our woodland a sea of severed bodies, from the shadows, a man of crows is revived.
Over the fields of woven skeletons and broken tombs, somber nomadic soul enrages extraterrestrials.
Detective Greenbones in his carriage of mysterious bones wanders in the face of death calling.
A twister of crows devastates Red Remora Society, Neptune of open jaws seeks rape of motherland.
Werewolf in chains, colossus of thirty meters, defenseless metropolis of gigantis eating trains.
Rattling forest worshippers of the cracking carry the bones of their ancestors, a man of crows answers.
Detective Greenbones upon his mechanical cricket of blue abnormality, sky warfare prevails the night.
Werewolf withered, weakened by the crows of Clavis rising over red waters, let he convince the gods.
Extraterrestrials fall from the mouth of mountain, sing and serenade the living still fighting.
Forest felines prepare for the fires of Neptune calling, demand cemetery resurgence further.
Embrace Clavis a wise twister of burning crows, brontide bleakness weave rud travels broken.
Serpents disagree with felines over fallen structures, yet Greenbones confuses extraterrestrials.
Red Lands dim of vibrancy canvas destroyed, deadly the mark of Cacolethinaos weeps with the dead.
Disappear dark behemoths who belong with the stars, between redwoods we perish headless not.
Freely awaiting their return as chains of forming werewolf breaks apart, begin songs of freedom.
They will return, nightmarish abductions I am certain, for tears demand an urgency of calamity.
