Idk if this will work but....
It was a strange night... it was warm but there was a evil feeling in the air it was like a rose I guess because they may be beautiful but the thorns hurt. I was walking through the garden and the farther I walked the darker the sky got and the colder it got. The sky didn’t go Black it went red... I started to run in the other direction but I quickly fell face first but something was pulling me back!! I felt nothing around my ankles I looked back and what I saw horrified me... it was a_____ (leave this blank for a mystery or you can fill it with something!)
Designed to explore new directions in poetic language and style, and move away from the formal and highly stylized literature of the eighteenth century.
It means he is making a rude gesture.
