A Parable on the Aporia of Vengeance and the Beauty of Impenetrable Sadness
Humming in the Warmth of the Tilt
Your Fate Twisting, Epic in Its Crushing Moments
Veins Like Trenches... Dug Deepest with Dried Blood
Witness the Conflagrations of These, the Last Days
... And All the Leaves Tremble (with the Dawn Sirens)
...And All the Leaves Trembeled
A Short Story on the Theme of a Broken Dream.
A Thousand Grey Winters Splinter the Marrow in the Bones of Our Dead
And These Nights Have Brought Us Something Worse.
As the Lights Fissure the Night Skies, Our Eyes Grow Pale at the Horrors Beheld.
Brilliance of the First Morning Snow.
But to the Gods These Failures Are Torn by Death
Cascading, the Torrents of Days
Ebbing Through the Time of the Elephants
From Beneath Mountains They Attack
From Beneath the Mountains They Attack
In This Faint, Ashen Twilight of Acrid Smoke
In the Fields on Fire, Watch Them Turn to Black Smoke
In the Tumbling Dawn Light, Their Eyes Fall Frozen Through the Mist and Rain
In the Tumbling Dawn Lights, Their Eyes Fall Frozen Through the Mist and Rain
In the West the Winds Roll on Thunderous Clouds
Knives at My Brain in the Discordance of Sleep.
Locust Clouds Have Taken to the Horizon
Mountains Choked with Smoke, Release the Trees Down Their Hillsides.
Mountains Choked with Smoke, Release the Trees Down Their Hillsides
No Longer Do I Impede This Darkness
Our Bones Yellow in the Sulfurs of the Disfigured Sky
Our Sorrow's Pile Up in the Night's Lament.
Slowly Cave in the Heart Under the Setting Sun
So Is, the Marching Eclipse of the Sun
Soon the Storms Will Overtake Us
Sparrows Circle the Distance from the Gallows to the Sun.
Swimming in the Fires, Where the Oceans Touch the Sky
The Black Cloud and the Hero's Heart
The Forests Weep for Their Trees Are Burning
The Grasses Will Grow Tall Over Our Cities.
The Heart Races with Black Worms and My Blood Is on Fire.
The Mornings Thaw the Empty Fields, Our Bones Ablaze in the Sun
The Night of Our Sorrow Has Fallen, We Remain without Light in Our Eyes
The Nights Are Black, Black As the Coals of Our Bones
The Orange Glow of the Cities Beneath the Billowing Skies
The Sun Glints Through the Dust Risen from Their Hooves.
The Winds Whip Torn Clouds to Rain and Soot
Their Blood Crawls Through Frozen Fileds and Dead Nights.
Their Broken Jaws Shimmer, Fangs Quiver in Blood
Veins Like Trenches... Dug Deepest with Dried Blood
Vengeance Runs Forth, Deep Through the Veins.
We Brave the Storms While Our Lands Fall into the Sea Beneath the Pandemonium of the Sun...
When I Leave I Wish to Kill the Sun.
When I Leave I Wish to Kill the Sun
When the Sun Settles into the Horizon We Remember Our Rivers.
Witness the Conflagrations of These,
Your Fate Twisting, Epic in Its Crushing Moments
a lamentation of a dying angel in the canyons of black defeat
amidst the most holy threefold wisdom
dancing in the manufactured light
humming in the warmth of the tilt
it has begun, the shifting in light
of their grandest features upon rapture and despair
on the nature of the absolute in the monoliths
to those creatures of benevolence beset with incurable sorrows