The Magnificent Hunt

Opening the door to see plantations where the temples used to be ... people of darkness moving through fields of tobacco and men holding whips of wrapped leather ... WHITE was the color of dead flesh rotting in the grave ... BLUE was the shade of despair that came from being trapped in a world he never made ... RED was the river of blood flowing from the bodies of the slain ... I am closing the door forever ... THE MAGNIFICENT HUNT was over and no one would ever be the same