The moon did fall into the sky that day. Continue reading “Without reason.”
It was a beacon of all things that flame from long ago. It ruled the night and rivaled the moon, the stars paid it homage. Continue reading “The long ago flame.”
It whispers in the wind, it knows the secrets that they keep.
The words of hollow greed they speak, the minds they will pollute. Continue reading “Lords of dust.”
It looks nothing as it did, where I had grown from birth.
Where once clear skies of memory shone through times of good and bad,
Now lay unfamiliar sights and shapes where decay holds and consumes. Continue reading “That place.”
There is lust in the eyes of the seasons as each take their turn. The rolling fields of green to turn to purest white in time, and then in turn to baron brown to sprout in green again. Continue reading “A breeze.”