The Golem

Of flesh and stone, it came shambling out of the swamps and across the plain.
The battle was won, the day belonged to the good citizens, until it came.
Hunched, running like the gorillas plowing through the troops like a spade through earth.
With its' great arms bodies and horses were thrown through the air. Raw, wild power controlled by the will of evil.













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Morning on the bog

Early in the morning, out on the bog, waiting for the sun to come up. It was time to start down the trail and see what the forest had in store. But not before snapping a quick photo when I got there.