by Fabrizio Sitzia
The moons were already up in the sky, red as they usually become during the eclipse. That Eclipse, the one that covers like a mantle the five kingdoms every month. This time, the kings didn’t gather together to watch it or to give their offerings to the gods they feared in front of the priests. This time they stayed in their towers with their loved ones, silently waiting. The gods descended from the sky and the moons cracked in half and fell with them.
© Fabrizio Sitzia
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