An ominous day the huge and powerful moon placed its malevolent profile before the calamitous sun Then a lugubrous mist started to cover the skies Like sent from the whopping sattelite An event with no prediction Science greets with malediction Shocked, the people do not resist breathing this noxious gas And throw their lives out from their entrails So indescribable creatures started to fall into the earthly floor Like birds of prey stalk humans and tear to pieces their bones No survivor will forget their pallid blue skins and their red hot eyes Or the choked screams of the powerless victims of this premeditated slaughter Suddenly a powerful metallic alarm swallowed the totally of skies Hurting middly the ears of some men But these spatial beasts answered at this calling like the dog obeys to the voice of its absolute master And undertook the flight, back through the noxious mist toward that darkener titan Which started to disappear from the mirror of the sun And on its mysterious shadow the people thought seeing the date of the next deadly eclipse is close

Some news come in inopportune moments, but her pregnant was the best thing ever for these enamored By months they prepared everything to receive the miracle of life Nothing else than this baby existed on their future One night, having this woman six months of pregnant, she dreamt something like this: she was a baby and lied into an uterus and saw the most diabolical and perturbing images in the history written and the non-written yet too Then she threw a kick within this dream and woke up with a terrible pain… A hit from inside her body. Blood stained her legs When they got to the hospital the child was already dead The shock haunted at this woman through the following days. As much as to keep her in the hospital for some weeks One night the telephone of this man rang and he, almost slept, answered. Was his woman and she said something like this: “There is… It’s he… In the shadows… He wants that I go with him…” He thought that misunderstood the words and in the morning visited her but she looked normal and ignorant about the call After a few days the calls became more terrifying, and the fourth call was terrible and sad He woke up absolutely scared, like never before, and she said, crying, breathing, choking on herself: “He has come… This is my time… I am gone…” This man gotup and started getting ready to go to the hospital when rang his cellphone again, but this time was the police who told him his woman had died one hour ago. This man died from within that night… They were his world… After a few weeks in whose everything seemed normal this man started to have rare dreams in the night. He saw a woman with a baby in her arms, from the shadows of his room. She told at him: “Come with us. You are ours. We are yours” He got up from his bed terribly shocked, and never believing that it could be real, but the dreams, as he named them, became more real and horrifying with the pass of the days. Until one night the sheets of his bed were stained with the deep red blood which run from his veins through his arms

“And then I get out to the balcony and I stared at the cold cement” I remember all my wretched life Every banal moment, every empty word Nothing else matters when you are so close to the nonexistence I start feeling my skeleton falling With the weight of my volume And my lungs ascending from their position Doing a counterbalance to my body Like if they want to stand there up But the gravity’s force of death is stronger And soon my scent becomes a simple smirch on the floor …And then I get out to the balcony and I stared at the cold cement…

Grey skies of the Christmas Eve watched tower sadly the happenings occurred in this forgotten village Nature offended by offering to the skies and infinity beyond the clouds: seen at every side A beautiful girl grew up over this putrid ground Like a flower arises among dead grass The jovial sun bathed her shining face As the summer of her life just drew innocence The strictness of her home, in which she was bred Her mother: a right bigot since the death of her husband This little girl since she walked did it through the path of Christ The frequency with which these women visited the temples And the lust of the eyes with whose the man who baptized her stared at this child Clouded the future of roses of this girl And closed her mouth severely for a long time Now this girl is a woman Made to another plane of existence No man could resist living inside her mind Tormented even in her dreams Seeing thousands of crosses No darkness could make her run away from this torture Today the village is a hell Flogged by a lot of pests Like if Sodom had risen again Horrendous acts of licentiousness A city taken far away from society No mortal mind could take in this without fall into madness

The journals of the town announced the bad news Mr. Gravelines, the ears of the bishop was found dead on his chapel Cut his ears, his soul bled under the eyes of his mother; Maria And with a cross drawn by knife on his chest Therése, a tacit student of theology shined almost indifferent to these happenings She was atheist, but displayed a hanging cross through her neck Marked with blood in her soul But the fear stayed corroding the people of this town Because soon the angel of death visited this place again The right hand of the bishop was found dead Father Hart was three meters from his arms And with a cross drawn by knife on his chest At this time the people was baffled Panic was compressed by the own ecclesiastical order And with the presence of the brave bishop was calmed the storm Therése’s mother was devastated She loved at Christ And at every man who preaches his word in this little village Soon her daughter left her house Therésewas acting very rare lastly She thought that her daughter did not feel the same filial love Neither respect nor trust But she was more worried about the church’s future than the daughter’s Therése did not go to the university By a few weeks nobody knew about her But the attention was quickly driven to a horrendous act like written by seven souls of Tartarus The bishop, Loved by everybody, was found in his house, nailed his hands and feet at the frame of his bed And a cross bleeding on his chest After this event the seeking became stronger, but nothing was found in a lot of time Then the calm came back to the village slowly Because no assassin attacked the servers of God, never again But no shade of Therése was seen through these spots So investigations started to crash violently with this name