The bright sun struck three The black sun struck twelve From there It was only screams From there It was only hell ~ They fled in droves They begged for mercy They all were massacred Bargained for time Betrayed their own A mad and twisted herd ~ Spoke not in words but tongues And nobody … Continue reading Black Sun
death
Their bones were buried there
Our bones are buried In places holy Places that hold meaning As names lose feeling And feelings die Like all things to time And like our lives lead To places buried Until we are bones In places holy Wholly meant To hold our meaning Before the feelings And names are forgot Like all things in … Continue reading Their bones were buried there
Haunted (a poem)
I am haunted by my dreams of love, like nightmares that come as I sleep. A phantom dripping in red, it tortures me with visions of futures, memories of grief, signs of isolation. A spectre sharp as knives, it taunts me with words that ring true, words that bring to, words that ring through, and … Continue reading Haunted (a poem)
Not I (a poem)
Live, And do, As they do. Read their eyes, The hands, And stances. Know their thoughts, Learn their words, Grasp their hold. See you, As they do, As you do not. What you desire, What we all wish, What do they seek? Find it, Answer it, Become it. Hide truths, Bury weakness, Embody Ideals. Suffer, … Continue reading Not I (a poem)
Argnierre’s Lament (a song, 2021)
Argnierre's Lament (a song) Yon summer hills ‘round which stand our golden grasses, They twirl, they fall, and lie still upon the ground. The wind she howls the blades down into the valley, She cuts across the waves like a storm on the sea. ~ Their flags were flown all snapping around in the thunder, … Continue reading Argnierre’s Lament (a song, 2021)
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 2: Returning
With a thick finger, Svenne jabbed at the north of Freelandr. “Inquisitors been comin’ in all along the northeastern border with Rendt, mostly the foothills so far. Nobody knows where they are holin’ up, but it ain’t hard to tell where they’re goin’. Spearbury . . .” She traced her way south. “Grayridge, Suntusk—
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
(Cover by Radu Muresan)(Special thanks to: MK, GW, CN, Rob, Ritika, and last but certainly not least, my editor Rosemary) ~ Note from the author: This series is intended for mature audiences. It has themes that some may find disturbing or unsuitable for children. Exercise proper caution when sharing the story. Apart from that, I … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
“Tell me of Life” (a musing, 2017)
Life is a transitory thing, reaching the finish nearly as it begins. It scarcely frustrates its pace enough, it cannot appreciate the beauty, horror, or intrigue— these that churn to being in the wake of its steps. Yet as it bounds forward, the lights that gather into flame, rather than shine with persevering luster, … Continue reading “Tell me of Life” (a musing, 2017)
Losing (a poem)
Losing (a poem) This old, tired crisis. Staring in the face, The death of a necessary part of me. As the light leaves the eyes, The feelings slip through my hands. I fall out of love, This old, tired decision. Kill the rest of the tiny, innocent emotions, Bury them away. This world spares no … Continue reading Losing (a poem)
The First Daughter (a short story, 2019)
The First Daughter (a short story) There were neither colors nor sounds. No inspiration to ponder or imagine. Thus, it was in nothing and nowhere that she waited. There was time, but no inklings of its passing. There was she, but no inklings of herself. For eternity in that nothing she waited. Yet, all seemed … Continue reading The First Daughter (a short story, 2019)
