To be set ablaze

 What a power, had to be the thought to destruction. 

 In the crevices and nooks of an old wooden board, in the old wooden dog house, in the old wooden manor, in that old neighborhood, was found a body. A body with a wooden cross in its chest. Stuck.
 It was a quick research how and why, who and when, where and what was going on were kept secret, no one knew where it happened or what happened really, one day it's just the boring neighborhood of old people who walks as entertainment and the other day it's the equinox of human decency, the most looked after spot of all the city, the convention of peeks and radios, of interviewers and interviewees, the flashes of the cameras trying to get to the far back, the police with their baton securing the zone, the new freakshow started in the old city. The only one available, the new resupply of thought vampires. 

 It was unbelievable, one time it was sharing the most common and the other it was the distrust that your own mother or father could be a blood sucking monster, and so it began a witch hunt, hellfire spawning into the mind of the populi, all who started to believe in the existence of this vampire, and it's worse nemesis the hunter, the police kept the investigation intact, in still touch and with a grim snark of sureness, it's a deadpoint. How was it made, it had no sense, there was a bloodless body stuffed inside a dog house, with a stigmata in the chest, there was no shown evidence other than that, no dog whistle, no hounds, no blood or signs of fighting, there was no one to blame, no one to point towards, no one that claimed to be a hunter, no one who claimed to know the vampire, no one to claim the unspontaneous fall into a witness, there was simply no sign of since when or why. The people fell victims, all of them in the city, victims of uncertainty. To be certain, victims of a big tale, far bigger than those in the sands, or the sands themselves. 

 There were sands, and there was a sun, and in the sun was a spot, a black spot in the sand as well, the shade, A creature in it. There was only sands and the creature, the spawn of the air, in the sands and the domains, in the fine limit of the reality and the unreal, there it was shrunken down to a creature, the infamous one. 

 A role it has gotten an actor, and the sands claimed its name, hail to the greatness of heirs of the desert, thief of the vast, proclaimed of the sun's glory and exiled of the path. It who turns an age eons won't know, nor understand, it walks away in the sand. It was tall, by tall of a bear, it was thin, as thin as a tree, it's fingers were wrapped in the dust made covers, the geise made plaster by the now not remained water, walking in the desert barefoot the feet made themselves coal, and the coal was now the desert of it's dream, the dream of the creature. The dream of coal sands, the core of the worldly desertic monstrosity that it was the dream, the sky was storms of blue haze, the clouds were gathered of thunders and lightings of purple explaining, the creature was still unfaced and the life was near its end when the core emulgel. 

 There was a pulsation in the sand, and the sand made itself clear, there was a breathing in the coal like furnace that it was the dream, still inminent of the creature, the creature made itself humane, and the humane made the sun spot go away, and the sun made the furnace ignite, and the ignition made the thin new man turn ablaze, and it's skin was now in the outside, and it's heart was now real, and the pain was so, and so was the thirst, and the dream it was gone. It was reality again. In the veins there was not life anymore but sand, in the bloodless murder, was only the sand and the wood, that old dark and moist wood. There was nothing else but a creature made man that had no blood nor features, no explanation nor sense, it was once a dreamed being and now, it was only there dead. There was no robbery of vastness, there was no heir to any desert, there was no sun to glorify it, there was no greatness, only chaos in the heart of those who knew, the stigmata sign of a dead man.