Night Demons

A full moon dominates the now dark sky, once alive with colour. A ring of light surrounds it; trouble lies ahead. Slowly trees transform in to distorted creatures, stone becomes stained with blood, and the ground scattered with grey and dismembered bodies once alive with the essence of life; a beating heart. Darkness consumes life leaving nothing but demons to roam the land. They thrive on innocence and virgin life, they seem to infect it with hatred and endless pain, to live an eternity in a hellish bubble of which screams will never be heard. That was once considered beauty has become ugly and feared; vanity no longer exists. The blood stained stone becomes a symbol of an eternal cycle: day turns in to night. Thus the creation of demons is immortalised by the every thing that created life itself – nature and time.