Of Phantoms, Flights — Stephen Donald Huff

Boogeymen, banshees, werewolves and vampires; all figments of horror drawn upon parchments of fable, each the product of individual phobias, like quills, dipped into inkwells of collective nightmare. Despite vaguely amusing caricatures, these monstrous legends probably developed from grisly human origins. Indeed, we confront our violent primitives in every new atrocity, and each murder teaches a simple lesson that humankind consistently resists. Consequently, we forever lack viable means for exorcising so-called ‘inner demons'. Even now, your secret devil whispers into the blackout parts of your mind. Listen. Of demigods driven beyond far horizons by unreasonable lusts and unquenchable desires; of insatiable murderers presented as captains of commerce; of industrial-strength bloodletting, bad consciences, and impotent wizards stumbling through a fatal loss for words; of primitive human societies drawn from forests by promises in stone; of magic amid darkness, way down deep; and of ghosts that vouchsafe gods; such twisted threads weave life's strange tapestry. Of hidden dominions, here encounter endless landscapes, and of phantoms, flights.