Behind the hood. part 3 of 'Miserable Comforter'

 Crimes everywhere 
a terror was wanted
Once a city of joy
But now is it of sorrow, pains and tears
Cultural dance steps have been forgotten by the dancers
No curfew but nobody goes out
Probability of staying alive outside your house is 1/100
"Watch your back death is coming" is now a proverb being said
Land that was flowing with milk and honey
Is now flowing with tears and blood
A land that had ceremony every weekend
No sounds of drum are being heard anymore
If the soil could talk, it will be crime because of overfeeding
It has taken more than what it can take
No one celebrate the exit of any soul
Because a lot of souls are being claimed everyday
Weeping is now an anthem and complains the pledge
All the helping hands are not helpful anymore
The gods have become fools
No more success in their businesses
No one buys coffin to bury the dead anymore. 

In the city the only prediction being made are death predictions
Souls are being wasted, spirits are being sent to hell by one man
And the man is unknown, his veil has not been uncovered
From the grave he comes 
All who sights his face live not to see the next sun rise
Who is behind the hood?
The elders of the city are now dwaal 
No one has to romance not to talk of sex
Newly wedded ladies were still virgins after years of marriage
The city was once elysian but now dullsville
There are no more eno-philes 
Because no wine is being made
People who were en- raptured are now being ennui
Comedians are now boring
Movies are not needed
Souls are being terrified day by day by one soul
Things that are priceless are being lost, properties that can't be sold are now missing
Items that can't be measured in carats are not available
No playing with sand for children no arguement are being made concerning football no time to even watch a skit in the city
Like the opposite in the SOHCAHTOA death is always up and life always down like the hypotenuse.

Through the dark woods comes out the being behind the hood
The being behind the pains, tears and the sorrow of the city
The being that made the gods look foolish
The being that drinks the red water the red thick wine
The wine that from a living thing
The wine of life the wine that has been circulated
Without the wine there's no life, the wine gotten from humans the wine that gives life to humans
The being lips are pink and is been stained by the wine it drinks everyday
Is it a beast? is it a human?
Everyone asked everyday
Visitors never came close to the city 
Tourists were far from the land and investors never thought of investing in the city because it would be a waste
The tourist centers flowed with blood, like how an abattoir flows with blood
A forest was dedicated just to throw away dead bodies
The king never rest his head not to talk of sleeping ever flowing water of tears flows from the queen's eyes
The king is now a wanderer, wandering from one place to another looking for who would bring solutions to their problems

"Go through the dark woods the forbidden forest, where antelopes feed on flesh and dogs on fresh grasses where the birds are always singing ' watch, there comes the grave digger and the horror keeper' this song would make you dwaal and it would be to you an earworm which if you survive you would be dumbfounded at the sight of the shadow. The shadow of no man, the shadow that circulates blood, the shadow that brings horror to the people of the city. You shall walk through the valley of death there lives the being, the dark clouds is ot roof. You shall summon the monster and offer your sacrifice to the beast that comes out of the cave.
You shall turn your back to the beast and leave the valley of death without seeing the beast again" so the priest told the king after he consulted the gods
The king sent out 10 wise men with the sacrifice. The whole city then waited anxiously for their arrival, hours turned to days and days to weeks and weeks to months yet no wise man came back. The whole city was in a mired.
    It was like I was watching a movie, I felt the pains and I pity the king and people that lived in that city. I wondered if there was no solution to their problem, then in my dreams I saw an old man coming towards me and he sat down with me where I sat and asked what was wrong with me I then narrated the story to him and I asked him if he knows about the city, he smiled and said yes then I asked him if they found a solution to the problem. He looked at me and said I have enough problems so I should focus on the solution to my own problems then I told him my own problem had no solution but he smiled and stood up from where he sat and said the solution to my problem is at my door so I should open the door, I was confused then he said "the person that offers you help as you wake up is the person that would show you the way to your joy" then he left and immediately I woke up and saw a man.

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