Biography of Shiloh Shelton
Progressive female living in the south. I write on the nights that I have insomnia. I am jaded about religion, but I don't have viewpoints on religion. Strange thoughts creep up when you lack sleep.
As I walk through the valley of death
I fear no evil, for I am evil
The lost souls call out to me, wailing so helplessly
Men, women, and children, have been waiting for centuries
The ashes in the air, the billowing tower of smoke
I see thirteen bleeding souls once dead; thump again this night
Thus, as I approach, hands from the ground, try to grip my blood stained cloak.
A fight lies ahead, for those once dead, let me terrorize your fright