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Open Sky Country
It was a green grass day in the hills and we lay in fields that thirsted for the sun…
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They Might Have Been Hazel
She spoke to me without a voice and a bullet tore through the walls of my soul laughing all the way to the screaming end…
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A City, Voiceless
Out of a forest painted by the hand of autumn I came on my journey, around a bend in the road that showed me a city in the distance. I didn’t know the place—the last time I passed this way the city hadn’t been there…
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Fog Over Paradise
This is the mist that hangs over paradise across a land where music plays without a source…
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The Burden of the Sky
A low droning cry cuts through the morning still silence shattered by the call to prayer…
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Then Out Came the Rain
Yesterday I watched the world become storm-weathered bent but not broken beneath the weight of a painted sky the white glare across space and time…
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Tales of the Wicked and Brave
There must be fairytales written about this place tucked away on hidden shelves in some ancient library…
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This Mournful Day
Out of the morning comes screaming light columns of fire fallen upon an empty land aching to consume, desperate for absolution…
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Once More Into Desolation
Through a crowd of faces blurred by rain and shadow a smile like the morning cut through the dark and disappeared into a sky of dying starlight…
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Immortal Skies
Let the wild ones lead us into glory on stormcloud rivers in the sky that speak with thunder of the floodplains feeding from their currents…
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Abyssal
A masterpiece of light painted over this soundscape burned into the blackness that rose to cover me when the veil pulled back and I reached into the abyss…
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Echoes in the Wasteland
Build them high and wide, these walls against the world raise them until the songs of the wasteland fade to whispers and become only echoes lost in the glare of a midnight sun…
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Mitchel David Ring 