I’ll name her Kirell, pt1

The moon lies bleeding, its life slowing tainting the sky a bloodied hue. The moon will give me a crimson dawn but I do not wish for this night to end. I would rather turn to dust beneath the glaring light. Kirell The beast was here all...

III The Prophet of Motherhood

Been awhile since I walked these halls… On the day of Woe, I returned to find the place abandoned; even the Hermit who lives in the lofty chamber #IX was not at home. So I went out to the woods looking for them. Once a year, the prophets will gather by the...

The Dream Catcher

Last I saw him, he was building a bridge between 2 worlds. He was walking on shards of glass to paint the ground crimson; for it is through his open veins that dreams may flow into our world. And we who sleep wide awake, we’ll know when he comes for us....

Journey’s End

It would seem that this journey has come to an end. The Diary of a Broken Soul is finally completed since its conception 3 years ago… and it is time to move on. I will be stalking a villain who lies in wait like a spider languishing in his web… waiting for...

Autumn Leaves

There is a place where burning cards fall; Like leaves of amber catching fire; I’ve seen the shadows of those who were lost; I’ve heard them ask for a way to be remembered. Its like a dream from which I cannot awaken; And my voice become less than a...