world – The Light is On

On the Hilltop

Leaving behind castle halls and long years we climb this hill, a strange parade set against the backdrop of a bleeding sky...

If only the wall was built higher before I began to climb, then maybe I would have given up before I ever came near the top...

Less than a shade of memory a miasma of weak horror screaming at a rescuer who cannot hear...

Salt air electric on my tongue, my eyes The cliffs fell away and beneath me swelled Tears of a goddess, weeping and vengeful...