Edge of the Cliff

The hand that was not there broke my world The voice with no mouth an echo of insanity And the first step off a cliff I’d always chased Edge over the black depths of silent whispers.


I dream of an untouched worldEndless space between two horizonsSalt air on my cheek, beneath meStrangeness reaching miles below intoThe realm of Leviathan, whose monstrous formPainted ancient nightmares blueTo stand on the bones of landAloft on the surface of the rippling etherTo hear the haunting callsAnd see shadows of the deep pass by in silenceTo... Continue Reading →

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