Upon the threshing floor, the spectrum of wheat winnowed the chastened chaff. 

[i]Green blood. Blue and pink haired. Golden eyed.[/i]

The colors of a day-old covenant had already hewn the straight and narrow egress for the brown bear and the monastery’s exhausted master. The black bird above, mingling with the ebon eve with is charcoal wings, hurried ahead with eyes scarlet, adulterous with the heavens, flocking closer and hovering lower, near the ursine beast. The molded myth, now fashioned with nature’s guise dashed candidly like a loosed arrow through the guarded gates, which the others so deftly helped keep ajar. The proverbial needle’s eye was foremost surgically procured by the feral tiger, who paradoxically hid beneath the quilt of human flesh, beckoned by an unseen Pale Lady. 

The bard masticated these circumstances, playfully enjoying the idiosyncrasies of their cabal, while the druid prayed the slaves would also flood behind the parting of the purple sea of slain cultists.

Onto an exodus away from shackles and hordes.

[@Hekazu]