The tops of the Gothic Spires stood out like
jagged Alpine peaks against the starry
backdrop of the purple November night sky......
the menacing fangs of the Gargoyles glistened
with an eerie and macabre glow in the
hauntingly pale light of the Autumn Full
Moon..........
as the Shadows shifted with the encroaching
clouds these graven images seemed to start to
breath and come to life........
Antressa had deciphered the Lanzikk Code.......
the vowels were the key..........
turned upside down and read in a mirror......

18 ligatures of Devanagari Origin from the Jana
dialect of the Brahmic Abugadis ~*

a Shrouded Myst stood in wait at the Cathedral
Doors tonight, swirling like a Vampire
, who
fears not the crucifix, through the crevices to
enter at unawares of those who c
ongregate
within........*....................*.......................*..............
.
Yvette's ~*
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