Through lands of milk and honey he went, left behind all who watched him walk away to search for those in the shadows who still reach for the cornucopia...
Author: Mitchel David Ring
Walls that Speak
Into the cracks in the walls, crawling like ice on the face of a corpse, the words come and go sometimes...
Waning Fire
Poison in a crystal cup red like a dead king’s blood, or a peasant’s where a thousand walk each day and night...
Everything Left Behind
Softly the last vestige of light fades from eyes filled with gray years, gazing through an open window out to sea...
No Vision
No vision of the sun laid bare, only distorted reflections through desert haze...
Carried by the Tide
I think it was the waves lapping at the rocks that really drove it home...
The Hanged Man
The clouds that morning were the kind that said someone, somewhere, had been hanged in the night.
The Withering
So heavy is the burden of a constant rain, watching it splash in little puddles on the window sill, the droplets collecting just to overflow...
A Voice Softly Calling
This is the emptiness that brings absolution, the long-sought silence, the deep breath before a blind leap...
Visions of the Sea
And to the ship with sails unfurled on red horizons said the wind, ‘Come follow me’...
Sensation in Shadow
Sensation in shadow is this intoxication breathing in the vapors together and watching the walls turn to rivers flowing away...
Slow Circles
It’s always night when new horrors come. Only in the hours between consciousness, the dreamwalker’s realm...
Knife Edge
Skin pressed to a glass wall, flesh taken the shape of servitude and lungs filled with a feeling of dying...
Apple Blossoms
I knew before I even left that place that I would return again one day of many to see the waters flow...
Verses
And it came to pass that shadows fell, and the people did bow before the darkness...
