Dark things are no always dark. There were once 49. Now there are only Seven

Fairy Tale.

Seven.

Seven are they

They are Seven

Of the original family

Able to raise, Leviathan.

The god of the dark sea

The son of the mother sea of space time

Four daughters are they

And three sons they are

Able to speak with their grandfather.

Able to speak with their Great Grandmother.

Only with these seven will those old giants answer. Gold and brown and black and white haired are they that wear the love of the ancestors as both DNA and blood. Direct line connect. Them to you and also reverse. You are.

Walk down the stairs into the basement. Sit in the cold space in the dark place.

The vampires are play things. Never will they be as evil as you may or may not be.

Or as good as the Wolves that only hunt the culled.

They are all beasts regardless. You are not a beast. One of Seven. One that lights the way. Or leaves the way.

Listen to the spider’s whisper as they devour the stupids that enter their webs. Always eating are they.

Listen to the crabs that feed on dead sea water’s flesh and take it in as foods. Always eating are they.

Listen to the dark. The pure quiet of the dark and listen well. Open ears and close mouth as you -

Understand �" Listen.

Close your eyes and listen to the sound of the creation. The birth cry of the universe. The mother of us all. She cries still as she ravages time and the universe she gave birth unto. Ripped from her were the realities she watches and looks across. The non-realities are of equal value. She is still sobbing, this great mother of the waters of chaos. Sobs of love and pain all the same to her. Our mother.

See the dark and close your eyes as the waters flow about you. Father touch and mother and the waters of all creations wash upon you making you -     ?

You will know.

You are you. One of Seven.