Slip into the groove carved by glaciers before you and let the same song play out again and again and again...
Tag: music
Skies Over Eden
It seems like someone knew where the lines were drawn. At some point they must have known, only now they’re lost beneath life spilling over...
Through Fire
In the desert under sandfalls a black box speaks in acid tongues...
Gnawing
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...
Melody on the Wind
Walking a tightrope anchored to nothing only sheer force of will keeps the abyss at bay and always on the verge of giving in...
Variation on a Theme
When we came into the ballroom it was all ablaze Bells ringing overhead and echoing through the hall where a symphony once played variations on a theme...
Fog Over Paradise
This is the mist that hangs over paradise across a land where music plays without a source...
This Mournful Day
Out of the morning comes screaming light columns of fire fallen upon an empty land aching to consume, desperate for absolution...
Matchstick Lullaby
She with the mask on walks among us veins pumping the same poisons lips a wall built up against the same words but eyes that reflect a different shadow...
An End to Exile
This hallucination tells me I’ve been here before something from the shadows creeping toward me, an old friend, or a lost spirit...
Along the Shore
Through the crowd a familiar face smiles and though it beckons me to sit at its table share a drink and play a hand of cards or two...
Come Wander
Come wander with the cursed and broken through this realm of woodland music where melodies wind along paths to a ritual center...
Further Down the Rabbit Hole
Somewhere along this way was a reason for going A vision we chased down the path into darkness Or a dream of what we would find On a blind foray into seething wilderness...
Path Through Wild Thickets
Tread the path through wild thickets Overgrown with the remnants of legend Once made flesh, now to dust returned Fear not the shadows stirring in this place...
Skin Over Iron Bones
A cold city speaks of storybooks Cracks in the pavement spell out the final chapters Footsteps in the snow dotting i’s and crossing t’s A saga complete with no voice to read it aloud Yet heard by all who stop to listen.
