October 20, 2010

And so the second night begins. There is little carnage. The villagers believe this night was uninterrupted. They won't know what happened until they rise tomorrow morning. Even then some might not notice. From his perch the monster observes the village with an almost a parental eye. Making sure nothing is out of place other than what he did . He bids them sweet dreams ...tonight. No rocks will be thrown, no torches lit. The smells of their slumber wash over the battlement of his encampment. Their vulnerability pleases him. They will always be available to him and the monster finds this reassuring. The villagers find this unnerving. Theirs is a fitful sleep. Contrary to the monster cynical desires there are no sweet dreams here.