On Donevan’s Hill by Chris Bunton

The dark stone house on Donevan’s Hill

seemed to swallow up the sunlight.

A foreboding place where the

ancients sacrificed to

evil fallen ones.

A gateway place

where this world,

connects

to

that

filthy

land beyond.

Where demons lurk

and wretched souls scream.

Drawing the worshipers,

of the old gods of the deep.

to sacrifice lives and dead souls

in the shadows on Donevan’s Hill