Moments | Dave Mazzettia

A sharp and deadly sword long and glimmering; steadily laying waste to hundreds in putrid battle

A short, stubby, winged leprechaun holding a bow, wearing a quiver of arrows, running to and fro, contemplatively shooting unexpected victims

Rows of book shelves in a library; first one, than two, three, ten, twenty and on they go noisily crashing down down down in a spiral beauty until nothing remains standing save the youthful, grinning perpetrator