Become Faceless January 6, 2021January 5, 2021 Mitchel David Ring5 Comments Become faceless and the dead will pass you by on their search for hallowed ground to rest upon...
Witnesses October 5, 2020October 4, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment All march forth to find the place where the Earth gives up her secrets...
Waning Fire July 9, 2020July 8, 2020 Mitchel David Ring2 Comments Poison in a crystal cup red like a dead king’s blood, or a peasant’s where a thousand walk each day and night...
Knife Edge June 21, 2020June 20, 2020 Mitchel David Ring15 Comments Skin pressed to a glass wall, flesh taken the shape of servitude and lungs filled with a feeling of dying...
Murky Waters June 13, 2020June 12, 2020 Mitchel David Ring1 Comment Like a needle through flesh threading it all back together, piece by piece into a song of murky waters...
Blood and Wine June 9, 2020June 8, 2020 Mitchel David Ring8 Comments You with eyes like sunrises of another world, the curve of its horizon on your lips and burning as its sky braves descent into night...
Survival Charade May 26, 2020May 25, 2020 Mitchel David Ring5 Comments Eyes out of night beyond transcendence come alive in a charade before the masses...
Walk Among Shadows April 5, 2020April 5, 2020 Mitchel David Ring14 Comments Walk among the shadows in this place of death where beneath the mask of decadence lies corruption...
Beyond the Reach of Moonlight March 28, 2020March 27, 2020 Mitchel David Ring8 Comments Secrets pass through these halls, darkened by this night of waiting...
Signs of Life February 7, 2020February 7, 2020 Mitchel David Ring19 Comments Listen to the stories that the walls tell in knocks and whispers out of hidden places telltale signs of life in the midst of a storm...
Not Plato’s Allegory February 3, 2020March 22, 2020 Mitchel David Ring15 Comments What I saw was madness somewhere in the flame and I heard a voice speaking to itself in riddles sipping a poison masquerading as a cure...
Beneath the Fruiting Tree January 18, 2020January 18, 2020 Mitchel David Ring11 Comments Almost the dark of night is deep enough for this garden of secrets to be planted Soil rich in sorcery waits beneath the fruiting tree ready to embrace the broken seeds...
What We Aren’t Saying January 16, 2020March 22, 2020 Mitchel David Ring3 Comments Faces laughing, awash in a bloodred glow Whispered truths lost beneath the conversation Glimpses away into secret places...
Hidden Paths June 19, 2019October 3, 2019 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment Hold tight the paper hand Follow the scent of dust and madness into the past These black tunnels beneath the world Where evil whispers it’s secrets.