Salt, Sand, and Blood

up, when their feet can’t stop jumping, when their hands erupt like the fire I’m blustering in the face of the damned.

“Hear me!” I scream as the demon flees into the night. “I am thy prophet Kashim, the Blind Leviathan’s seer, he to whom the moon hast committed her mysteries. Ye with eyes on the inside, open them to see as I bring out the sun once again. It’s not over! Hear me!”