It was by your act which I came to be.
Suspended in an abyss, separate from a world beyond, yet part of it in turn.
Tag: Scenic
Spirals.
In the darkness before I start to dream, I see it there before me.
The paid word.
What marvellous truths the written word can dispel when when the wealth of the corrupt springs forth to convince all it can of that which is truly right and wrong.
Sounding the alarm.
They said it would come, they knew it would come, the prophets turned saviours implored.
Of birds and worms.
You know my boy, a worm’s life is filled with terrors. Avoiding the light which will dry it out and make it visible to all things that would eat it, living in the moist shadows underground, still fearful of moles and the like.
The Ederren 