pilgrims of the light trail the comet as it streaks across the void of space burning eternal enduring cold as old as their unyielding faith
Tag: fiction
at the end of the light: shredded sails lay sprawled across razor rocks
spring winds the breath of iron cold holding lips in place
there was magic in the rain last night someone or something stepped into the unknown and the doors to unimaginable power revealed itself
gone a little too far off the moon in spring takes a bite of herself
a sparrow moves deftly amongst the ghosts of morning seeking searching for signs of life
watch in horror as serpent servants of the eternal smog terrorize the skyline
the curtains have long closed on the moon nothing but softness remains in the spring sky
the bloom: when raw instinct takes over repressing shallow human emotions
great clouds of dark travel the unseen path across oceans of sand