The words all laid out on the table, magic spells and treasure maps scratched out by invisible hands...
Tag: magic
Knife Edge
Skin pressed to a glass wall, flesh taken the shape of servitude and lungs filled with a feeling of dying...
The First Ritual
Those on the road wailing at the stars came to the crossroads and met eyes smoldering...
Hieroglyphs
It isn’t all one single phosphorescence, clinging to our exhaled breath for dear life...
They Called it Poison
Then out to the highlands over shadow we go where candles light the way...
What Else?
The lights up ahead grow near but never seem to coalesce beyond vague outlines over the highway...
Home
Home was already gone long before time came to take it away...
Two Magi
Together carving scars into the riverbank to outlive the wind and rain...
Tales of the Wicked and Brave
There must be fairytales written about this place tucked away on hidden shelves in some ancient library...
Shadows in the Throne Room
The land is sick where they touched it The evil ones, scorned and forsaken Destruction the price they paid for treachery. A trail of ash leads north to the dead lands...
The Bookstore
The sign grabbed my attention and would not let go.Books. Used. New. Rare. Buying. Selling.Scratched in paint, a neat white column of lettersThat draws me down into the undercroft.Inside I find a man who appears even older than his waresSquinting at the world through gold spectacles.The musty smell of old dust jackets, leather, yellowing pagesFills …
Steel and Wood and Magic
Steel and wood and magic The sound of my hands, my soul
Tell Me of Magic
Tell me, little one, of magicIn this place, none can touch youSpeakThe world listens.I am with you in this quiet momentLet your voice melt into the babbling creekYour sighs drift away into the boughs aboveYour thoughts stray further from the world beyond.Soon we will travel away from the treesOn our way to distant lands where …
Ritual By the Sea
When I came to the cove, I knew it immediately as the place I sought. The wind that had battled my advance across the open sea died as I brought my boat around the outcropping of rock that formed the entrance to the small harbor. I did not need to look at the aged photograph …
