On soft winds the screams can be heard— a slowly overwhelming, neverending cacophony...
All Too Real
Tag: imagine
You, Like the Rising Moon
You like the rising moon give light to this land Shrouded in night unending Windows are opening to let in the cool breeze Playing with the shadows you cast...
More Ruins
Across a dim lit roomEye contact repeatedUnspoken words screamedWind in an abyssThe dark place we meet onceBeneath a wild-light moonAnd whispers of the space we shareBeyond something realBuried in ruins not yet builtA world we might have knownHad starlight fallen more kindly upon us
