I have seen the sacristies of blood and lit the votive that incinerated decades of mankind. (Gibb)
Huh? No I haven’t.
So where do these ideas come from then? Mine come to me in phrases such as the above which lit my morning rather than some great pile of burning bodies. Neither murderer nor arsonist then, and certainly never even in a war or lover of such movie or book-made images, yet there it was: "sacristies of blood."
The creative mind is rather amazing, don’t you think?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology