dax
Lava is spewing out of a hole in the earth. The lava oozes over terrain of all kinds, but the only substance to welcome the liquid fire is the black black rock. Into its pores the screaming syrup finds its way. But under the rock a new terror awaits. There are caverns that demons do not dare enter, dungeons of the deep. The man who is stone doth not fear to enter. He is death, riding upon a steed of smoke. And from its forges arises a creature with a will unto its own.
From such commencements does this man emerge; fearless utterly, even in the face of undeniable fact, his flag of faith he does fly. As the eons pass, the creature is transformed into stone. His bones are now fodder for a college student. They find the heart cavity. What they discover inside where the heart should be is a musical instrument of primitive design. One adventurous man presses his lips to the mouthpiece and hums a tune. It is the Wabash cannonball.