wolves came running over to him everytime he cried.
he ripped out thier eyes and swept up the mess, the flow was coming and the bass was humming. his old grey eyes and prickly beard could be seen by only the most observant onlookers. he continued to spread apart his legs until they snapped and he was in two peices. the girl with beautiful features came, she sang him a song and he cried for her to stop but she would not. she took a hammer to the old mans skull, now helpless, he cried no more. the air was calm, the grass was red. she was still singing.