The sky above the poet grinned and a million words spilled out...
Author: Mitchel David Ring
We Chose the Leviathan
Shock and awe as reflections close in and we see the many-eyed watchers, the many voiced heralds of doom at the breaking dawn...
Machines
In this land of machines the Makers walk surrounded by the phosphorescent glow of progress...
Meant to Be
I never wanted this for you...
Monarchs
For a few minutes at a time you can rest back here behind gray walls and a paper thin door...
Glass Door
The words all laid out on the table, magic spells and treasure maps scratched out by invisible hands...
Watch What Happens Now
Lost in valleys of the smoking hills, a highway runs with no beginning and no end...
Pagan Horrors
Come witness these pagan horrors souls held together by threads in the hands of a puppet master wind...
Draw Near the Horizon
The wind carries our voices away across bleak lands soaked with trails of our blood...
Bacchanal
What once flowed as bacchanal wine, soaking into soil where seeds waited to sprout has spread to the edge of desert and evaporated...
Bloodlust
Decay is the crumbling walls between what seems safe and what seems familiar...
Sea of Ghosts
Heroes have walked this broken path— shades of music lost to the wind, come near to the throne and lain upon the ancient stone flags...
The Taste of Ashes
She with the perfect eyes and pale moon gaze came to me robed in promises...
Witnesses
All march forth to find the place where the Earth gives up her secrets...
Spent Fury
On our descent the winds shifted and hid the world we were returning to under haze and smoke of distant fires...
