Triad

A cave dwelling bull, a lake dwelling kraken, a winged sand snake.

Each has fallen. Each has meant another statue crumbles. Each has brought more darkness into me. 

I look at her lying on that altar. The wind blows in her hair. She does not stir. Not yet.

Three more to go.

The shadows of the colossi stand over me. They want answers. I cannot understand their questions.