Come witness these pagan horrors souls held together by threads in the hands of a puppet master wind...
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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...
Insanity
Insanity is searching for ten different ways to do the same thing before ever trying any of them...
A Sky Eclipsed
These voices speak in black and white Ink flowing like wine to the seas And a chorus out of harmony with the river...
Hole in the Wall
How long have I been here?The ink shadows have not movedPerhaps they never doIn this light that seeps into the world.I know it does not touch meI am a blank space on the wallA word erased, waiting for the writer to think of a better oneStanding in this hall of concrete.Have I always been here?I …
Candlelight
On opposite ends of a faded loveseat Two sit in silence The lives they gave to one another Meld into one And meet in the middle among Intertwining fingers Their hearts beat in rhythm Together Their breath whispers I love you In a room filled with Candlelight.
