They gathered around the podium while he delivered insincere words with a vulpine smile.
The posh, stood behind their Leader in mute support. Their heads bobbed in feigned agreement while they fixated on his every uttered word – they being his well paid entourage.
A mob, enamored by the devilish Ruler but blind to his self-entitled ego, clamored about the podium hypnotized – enthralled – agog. Drawn to his magnetic darkness, the crowd of followers had become nothing more than envious slaves duped into thinking they were free. Instead, they were mere minions drawn into the black shroud of a false idol. Infected by the beast’s insidious nature, and honeyed words their fervor the cause of chaos. Entranced and unwittingly infected, the gathering populous now formed in collaboration with the elitist cult to spread unease throughout their communities.
Those who were observant had no need to listen. The Devil’s state and demeanor made it glaringly evident to those with keen vision that, ‘his’ only intent was on cursing the world and taking its power. (more…)
embers coaxing it to flame then added larger pieces of wood. She could hear steady rhythmic breathing and snores. The babe still slept soundly as well. Vesta was certain her daughter was in good hands. She needed to go and quietly sit away from camp in order to decipher the dreams that so disturbed her rest.
camp. Sly little fox, they were never to be trusted Vesta had learned. They’re too smart for their own good she remembered as she thought back to the time she’d watched one get over confident when trying to steal from a wolf. Its greed had been its undoing. But, that was nature’s way. The strongest and more intelligent species survived.
The Trefoil Muse 
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