Thoth was scribbling restlessly on a long sheet of papyrus that lay in front of him on a stone floor, his long beak going up…
Category: Poetry
Leopold was only ten when he was taken hostage. It happened on a gloomy autumn day when the wind reeked with blood and ash. The…
The sun shone brightly in the sky. Its heavy rays pummeled dried earth like pounding stones, chiseling away at the red rocks of the desert…
In this life, Sir Barrow was a dragon. He was lying in a dark, damp den, sleeping. His enormous body was rising and falling as…
Sir Lancelot was old. His horse, a white mare, was every bit as gray and old as he himself looked. His armor, well made, shiny,…
I let my failures guide me Deep into the rabbit hole. Why do I crave this suffering? Oh, masochism of failure! It's beautiful in its…
I am living a lie. Tears crystallize in my eyes And turn into shards of glass. I am living a lie! Why happiness is always…
The past is dead. It's dead alright. It's dead like deadness of the night. The more I think of it the more It chases me…
Birds, birds, birds, birds... Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves... My imagination is wild today. Birds, birds, birds, birds... Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves...I have nothing to feel…
Insanity grips me within - I'm melting like ice in the sun. I cannot attempt to begin To fathom that I am the One. How…