The Haughty Grace of Madness...

Eyes Slideways
Originally uploaded by Archer Braun.

There was a sound, just then. Did you hear it?

There.

That...rustling noise behind us.

There it is again. You HAVE to hear it now...that slow, slithering noise, like an avalanche of time-stained paper rolling from the desk of some ancient author.

Is it...time? The slow, steady murmur of fading heartbeats?
Or is it something calling from the other side of sleep, the cold madness of the crow?

I think I felt a feather brush my face just then...