Gnawing at flesh down to the bone life blood extracted and dripping off fangs elixir of sun’s vision over cloud tops gliding over the world spinning away...
Tag: ghosts
A Sun that Still Rises
This forest knows me It knows me better than I know myself Its roots reach deeper into my thoughts than I can go or than I’ve tried to go...
As Above, So Below
Away from the night of spice winds we crawl following the windwalkers through sunless lands...
In the Still Madness
In the still madness of night I came awake And listened to the whispers in the hall Footsteps coming and going, laughter in the dark...
Where the Air is Haunted
Behind a door closed to keep the night at bay Voices talk of quiet places where the air is haunted Where moments stay forever And the floorboards whisper the secrets of ghosts...
Out of the East
Out of the East comes crawling nightmare And the deep places of the forest are silent Waiting for the hand that tears at the earth Uprooting ancient guardians to grind them down...
The Path to Rapture
A doorway empty and charred awaits Look in and see what you left behind Forgotten on the path to rapture...
Lamentation of a King
It stares defiant across this crowded room And the faces between us are invisible The barrier of insurmountable time crumbles Walls heaving with the weight of a thousand stories
Please Do Not Enter the Historical Structures
Falling rafters clutch a ceiling in placeDesperate to hold onA carpet of broken bottlesBeneath the bedframes of living ghostsLight and wind play in windows that cannot closeSighing worlds pass by and do not see insideNights breathe cold through cracks in the wallsSearching for lost soulsTo carry to the stars Original Photography
