Dodge a spear flying from the hands of a Redwood as I walk through the quiet forest and my crackling feet scare off distant human silhouettes, faceless, voiceless they flee in quiet through a blanket of dead leaves (dead leaves that mourn those still on the trees).

The iron mask of the inner face sits mounted on a bear rugged floor in the middle of a windowless doorless room it 's placed staring up at a hole in the ceiling trying to see the sparse echoing bird song and taste the breathing blue sky.

Round and round the fighters circle the field like sharks as the Abandoned Boys huddle petrified in the middle their hammering hearts echoing like cannon-fire but lo, their worst demons may save them yet.

Inspired by the darker songs of The Doors...