Through haze of open war and fallen worlds, Persistent as the dreads of private past, Hangs a blinking light. Shrouded, demanding to be seen. A protrusion, cold, dead, geometric, Thrust from the light In defiance of death and In spite of the laws of life long ago etched and written – long ago burned and forgotten.
On good days, and your worst, he’d always greet you with his cheer.Familiar to the office block, he’d been there for a year.Through sun and snow, you’d find him thereCollecting cash for parking’s fareAnd lending friendly ear. The workers grew quite fond of him – this man they’d celebrate,(He’d even forge excuses if when running, […]
On edge of dry creek’s inlet,A shadow plods on by –The rider but a silhouetteagainst an orange sky. His garments were in fading,With tassels ready frayed,Though none of this could quite be seenamidst the coming shade. For, blooming in the distance,Was man and mount’s friend, one.The only other living soul –They called the setting sun. […]
A dark power is sweeping across the land.
Our lone hero hears of a strange disturbance in the forests, and travels north to lend aid.
What he finds there is more than he can comprehend, but is it all as it seems?
A tale of adventure and magic, told in verse…