Back in the dark age, in my safe space in the mountain, I sighted a pretty lady. I have an extremely good eyesight which I have sharpened over the years. I reveled in her beauty, the long luscious lashes drooped over what seem to be a combination of blue and purple eyes, full lips that will fall men in a single smile and rosy cheeks all set in what I would call a perfect face if there ever was one. Though her body is concealed in a lush white gown, it's easy to see she has a very appealing figure. She ran across the field of corpses, the skirt of her gown dragging along behind her, and back. She then proceeded to squeeze the blood from her dress into a rusty helmet that served as a container. She repeated the process for some time after which he cried out in a strange voice. Many lifeless looking children came out one after the other to receive an helmet each and drank the content. They then marched out of the field with the lady leading them taking with them some valuable and severed body parts. This scene still haunts me and replays in my memory.
