Description
Sundry, ugly devils, whirling
In the moonlight's milky haze:
Swaying, flittering and swirling
Like the leaves in autumn days...
What a crowd! Where are they carried?
What's the plaintive song I hear?
Is a goblin being buried,
Or a sorceress married there?
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover;
Flying snow is set alight
By the moon whose form they cover;
Blurred the heavens, blurred the night.
Swarms of devils come to rally,
Hurtle in the boundless height;
Howling fills the whitening valley,
Plaintive screeching rends my heart...
(c) Alexander Pushkin - Devils
~{|| Festival of Death 2021 - Week 2: Capture ||}~
~{| Kukuri: Moon-Khan 10988 |}~
Decided to play with a style and oh gosh, I guess I loved this one ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ
Didn't want to make it too complex, but well。。。we have what we have。