Anton considered Alster’s claim, then cast his mind out to the dark reaches of the manor, probing at alcoves and passageways for the touch of a stranger. Almost he felt that he could hear someone breathing, as of a hidden soul within the walls of his home.
The world was satin on that day stitched to me by windspun thread all the skies billowing on gentle winds...
I know that if I just dig deeper, carve enough of myself away— a pound of feathers and a pound of flesh—when all is said and done I’ll find an end...
Rushing in to find things hidden in the dust— digital relics left behind to waste away, to rust in the rain coming through a broken ceiling...
The bite came bloodless, tearing away at a dead soul in search of fire...
What answers wait among the lights of heaven beyond sorrow and the death of all things?
Into the cracks in the walls, crawling like ice on the face of a corpse, the words come and go sometimes...
I saw where solid rock turned into shadow from far above something I’ll never know...
Eyes out of night beyond transcendence come alive in a charade before the masses...
They came in through cracks in the walls, crawling down to hide in the shadows and surround me with their silence...
Into a great black silence go the seekers who left their voices behind with the temptation to speak out...
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...
Some nights I would come to in a different bed, woken by a word whispered in the dark...
Out of a forest painted by the hand of autumn I came on my journey, around a bend in the road that showed me a city in the distance. I didn’t know the place—the last time I passed this way the city hadn’t been there...
Moon shards come down out of the clouds that seem darker than the space beyond them...
