As I was exploring the dark recesses of a Soviet era structure I heard a feminine voice whisper in my ear, “Beware, Yehoshu’a, for here is where the shadows crawl and the monsters gnaw.” Her voice inspired caution, but it was also calm. Nothing of her tone I could assume was there to deliberately frighten…
Category: Fantasy
Escaping My Succubus
My fatigue can be an insatiable mistress with an appetite of bottomless depths. Her eyes haunt with a comforting luster promising deliverance from despair. The kiss of this exhaustive succubus is not one of an infinite release, but is instead promises a tiny death. She begs me to take her and in turn be taken…
Somnia
Persuasive ghosts whisper sweet nothings and bitter nightmares. Illusive promises and insincere intentions are all I ever hear. Unresolved transgressions eke out memories of a bygone affair. Crisp winds hint at familiar wisdom and then curse me with unforgettable fear. 14 April 2019
Envy In Syracuse
Within the unwelcoming tremors between clashing colossi Resonates the tone of the Peacewalkers; Ones who nimbly tread upon the threads of time Balancing with their tongues like an augur. The faintest reverberations create tsunamis of intimation. Shadows grow more stark and vivid in the falling moonlight. A beacon of judgement rises to make it’s formulation….
Dredge
As I wade through haunted miasma Its corrosiveness gnaws away at my flesh. There were ghastly figures over my head Reaching out their arms of phantasma. My limbs pass though theirs senseless. There’s no escaping this cesspool by the aid of the dead. Still drudging forward I pray for the sight of something solid. Sludge…
Daydream
Upon the winds is carried A dream so light and airy For once it’s sung Bells shall be rung And the rejoicing fun and merry
Apsinthos
Beaten through dense wood is a path carved by the swords of poor but brave souls and it is paved with their corpses. Their weapons were blunted on the dense web of vines and roots sealing them back from the idea of a desire. They were told by the others before their departure that any…
Warrior of Heaven, Angel of Earth
There were rolling clouds of ominous mass. Fending off such darkness, What a monumental task. They cannot survive with solely their fists. The wind was throwing howls and heckles. Monsters teased and taunted from beyond the mists. Looming ever deeper rested even devils; Scheming as how to exploit every weakness. In opposition to this storm Stood two, together…
Burning Precipice
Rhythmic thunder stomps from behind a terrestrial border. The ominous stench of fresh blood is lugged around by the breeze. Forgotten nightmares are summoned out from the depths of Mordor. A crownless king holds his ground while others concede in retreat. 28 March 2017
God Vessel
Why can I not help but lust for the ne plus ultra of nirvana? Wedged in this whirlwind, a dust devil for deserters. Hell, even King Minos is less of a prima donna. Lost in Labyrinth, thirsty for satori. Will I ever recollect my route back to the reservoir? 17 March 2015
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