Orume Legberis is a practical woman with a practical life. She is a nursing student, a mother, an artist, and a dreamer. She wears sensible shoes and too much makeup. She loves the arcane, the occult, and the weird, forever seeking the next creepy thing. She also hails from Georgia.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Orume Legberis - They Come
Dusk closes in on the cracking fields. Bitter air slices as razors between every branch and blade.
At the woods’ edge, under the ancient freeze-dead willow, there is movement.
The shadows shiver and the ice-crusts crack.
Snowdrifts heave upwards, lurching towards the pewter sky like a drowned man found his way to Heaven.
Then, labored, aching, cold tendons creaking, the hungry wights awaken.
And they come.
Aged bones deadfall-gray, splotched with lichen, they come.
Hollowed ribs and yellow-cracked teeth, they come.
Ice-bright eyes in clotted skulls, they rise from forgotten graves.
God has forsaken us.