In a rainy forest of dripping water there is a forgotten clearing that used to have hearings for birds

and deer about having no fear of the world out there.

Enshrouded in fog lies a pile of bones in front of a rotten wooden throne.

On the throne sits a skeleton with a crown of dripping moss.

Mounds of dirt cover the space the bleached king leached from the forest planting his corrupted

seeds.

Seeds that caused the rain to turn deadly killing all things however petty.

But at midnight the rain stops and moonlight shines through on the clearing and a secret hearing is

done.

Without light their eyes glow yellow in the momentary mellow mood while all talking about the rain of

pain and how to end the brood.