an ordinance filled with silence strikes the land not to deliver instant death but a slow and agonizing trauma as serpentlike miasma slither and coil locking living matter and death in a waltz of toxicity
Tag: fantasy
in the ash fields of war worms combust in prayer as pilgrims dig trenches and lie in wait to pass judgement on heretics
clouds fold words of sorcery into thunder and storm forced by mortal lips
slow deliberate and sensual the purple bruise erupts across the autumn sky
paper boats vanish between the pause in moonlight devoured by the river’s darkness others believe that man’s creations have taken a new path one unseen by the eyes of the living
you’ll find the tender spot if you slip psychic fingers into the chasm dark as you feel around or go deeper with care
autumn waves crash and bring screams of the coming storm
aerial view: the fog envelopes the landscape hunting and haunting the sanctuaries of mortals and beasts
the living metal cools to the touch as raw flesh assimilates with the machine mind
the many forges of imagination churn armor and weapons to protect the infant mind against the forces of reality