The Profane Brigade

A story in parts by: @black_canary02 and @entrebat:

Fog of cool color. Hovering blue mist covers. Hides as it reveals.
	Gun smoke rises now revealing the battlefield. The dead have blank stares.
Shambling readiness awaiting the loud horn-call. Jaws slack. Need to feed.
	Uniformed bodies once festooned in blue or grey crave the taste of red.
Past Appomattox. Tattered uniforms dodder. March no longer heard.
	Generals knew not how the dead rose up to fight. Calling for men's flesh
What call do they hear? All awareness is hunger. Gnawing ache to feed.
	Gabriel's trumpet sounding off in righteous blasts. United, they feast
Flesh torn from live limbs. Screams and sounds of gluttony rends metal-tinged air
	Seals undone, broken. Angels no longer weeping. Reapers fear to tread.
With a great rumble the earth is ripped asunder. Warriors called home.
	Blood calls out to blood. The valley burns in decent. Ash floats on the wind
Falling in the rift, spine-chilling cries fill the air. Quickly extinguished
	The howls of death fade. Once again, the living breathe. Their path ever clear.

The Dance

A story in parts by: @black_canary02 and @entrebat:

	Blood-born memory Visions, urges -- murderous. The blade, licked clean, shines
Ancient rhythms call. Dancing, pounding sacred ground. Blood sings in response.
	Minds boil. Skin transforms. Mystic signs and portents blaze. Ignored, now found again.
Deeper dark Magicks, from the dawn of time erupt. Come to glowing life.
	Sing to the Ancients! Their price is not just a world. The stars are aligned.
Ancestral voices intone from primitive lobes, shouted to the stars.
	A great eye opens. Hearing what was once silent. Slumber breaks softly.
Grandfather of old reaches toward his grandchildren slowly gaining strength.
	Forgotten ghosts join. The singing can now be seen. Spectral voices rise.
Servants of the dead visible to the living join the danse macabre.
	Drumbeats pounding out. Feet stomping, shuffling, bleeding. The veil slides, weakened.
The dancers tire. Ecstatic energies spent. Spinning slowly down
	One by one, they drop. Life force traded for power. Visible rents form.
As night fades to dawn, they slink away exhausted. Power coursing through.
	Hallowed forces sigh. Mere Magicks were not enough. Portals slammed close.

Humility

In shadow alone

Sitting in silent wonder

Shadow of the moon