Tag: fiction

the grey clings to the morning light and shapes the image of flesh

low tide: scattered pieces of the spring moon

a warped sense of belief precedes the zenith of one’s faith for it is the pilgrim who falls in path and trench and the pilgrim alone who is raised beyond the limits of mankind

when the rush fills your flesh and mind humanity is slowly lost

after dawn phantoms on the skyline dissipate gently

spring the sun peeks from behind the brutalist and the minds of men run for cover within numb skulls

guide tired limbs from bed to war spring before dawn

tide logic dictates: anything and everything where the waves can reach shall be devoured without hesitation

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

at the end of the light: shredded sails lay sprawled across razor rocks