As I slept,

I dreamed of a den dug deep in darkness, where the dust-covered dead, deprived of day, delight in a deluge of dance and drums. The din, disregarded by the dozy denizens of the dwellings above, dabbles with my disposition as I descend.

Definitely dead, you demand? Yes… yes, I dare deliberate that they were the departed. Dead on.

I determined doubly that this demented dancing was not to be disdained, as I divine some deeper devilry is afoot down in the depths, dithering ‘twixt dark and daylight.

Deeply disturbing…

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6 Responses to “As I slept,”

  1. K. Kiser Says:

    D, is that you?

    P.S. “Foulness” is less than a week away from your hands. 😉

  2. amberbiesinger Says:

    Wow, good job. Very clever usage of ‘D’ words, I like denizens.

  3. Alex Masterson Says:

    Damn! Deserving of disparagement indeed!

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