But now it danced and spun like a bloody smear against the darkness. With all but it's uncanny eyes guarded behind a wimple and veil as deeply red as the rest of it.
Eyes, wide and glistering like pools of cracked glass in the tepid light of a single sorry lamp.
Taunting with a tin-hollow laughter as it spun away into the deepness. Leaving him struggling between arousal and abject terror.