Well above the royal city of Anor Londo rests this palace in it’s own respects; domain of Seeth.

Therein rests ten thousand editions
Of fantastic tales and scientific instructions.
A man was drawn mad by his own misguided obsession.
He desired beyond reason an unrealistic transition.
He could speak bone chilling parables and create crystalline minions.
But despite all his efforts while forgoing frustrations
He lost grasp of reality and forgot he was human.
Distorted by power in a failed evolution
The man’s sanity dissolved for he could never be dragon.
It’s a harrowing tale about dissolution.
We lay a lost friend down. Goodbye Big Hat Logan.

17 December 2016