Aftermath December 15, 2020December 15, 2020 Mitchel David Ring5 Comments With every passing second more of the fog clears, each breath sweeter than the last...
Almost Neverending December 14, 2020December 14, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment Softly, as though the shadows might hear us we crept the length of the hall...
Hallowed December 13, 2020December 12, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment These dark skies and darker lands rolling on and on to blind cliffs above the graveyard of the damned...
Rendezvous December 11, 2020 Mitchel David Ring1 Comment Edges so ragged they do not know themselves on a rendezvous at the far side of infinity...
Fragments December 10, 2020December 10, 2020 Mitchel David Ring2 Comments Out of all these fragments a message comes, the decayed whispering a constant warning...
The King in Red December 9, 2020December 9, 2020 Mitchel David Ring1 Comment On our knees before the King in Red we heed the master’s call to serve...
Desert Wounds December 7, 2020December 6, 2020 Mitchel David Ring8 Comments Salt on skin bare to the sun burns like that high fire flowing through canals from scar to scar...
Backroads December 5, 2020December 4, 2020 Mitchel David Ring3 Comments All these nights spent on backroads, peering into the woods at watching eyes passing us by as stars of a winter sky...
Collecting Rain December 3, 2020December 3, 2020 Mitchel David Ring8 Comments Desperation is the song of lost souls slipping away toward something so far beyond that even starlight is a distant memory...
In the Drowned Valleys December 2, 2020December 1, 2020 Mitchel David Ring14 Comments ...the long months breaking like endless waves high upon the hills and in the drowned valleys...
More to Come December 1, 2020November 30, 2020 Mitchel David Ring2 Comments In dim light the others come through wearing faces sewn from silk and gold...
Let the Earth Bury Me November 28, 2020November 27, 2020 Mitchel David Ring6 Comments Let the Earth bury me here, beneath slow winds and shifting sand...
Silence November 27, 2020November 27, 2020 Mitchel David Ring1 Comment Again and again the walls speak— always the same words drowned out by echoes of the conversation in the room...
Long Shadows November 25, 2020November 25, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment There is a tower risen out of sand, a wall built to touch both horizons at the edges fallen into raging seas...
Woven Ritual November 24, 2020November 24, 2020 Mitchel David Ring2 Comments These phantoms come crawling out of shadow eyes like dead stars, mouths twisted into smiles...