The Book of Crows

I vanished from the land when I was banished. As I fled the witch hunters, I stole The Book of Crows: Keepers of the dead. I have their history… their story… All their misplaced glory. It is no different from your own really… If I changed the names...

Wicked

Came from a road where shadows writhe in torment. I know not how I ended up there, perhaps I was a specter who knew it not. The irony is that the anguish and torment was all in my mind, of course. A whole world made up of villains trapped in a loop that played itself...

Kill the Moon II

Have you ever wondered who you are? Wake up in the middle of the night to find your spirit badly scared? Have you ever wondered why you are here? I can’t seem to find an answer.. and it is constantly feeding my fear. The beast was here all...

Kill the Moon

Would you like to hold the moon in the palm of your hands and make it yours… whether by stealth or by force? Would it please you to stop its course… without a hint or sign of remorse? Would you dance and rejoice when the all the black stripes are hung up...

Liquid Metal

Longing for salvation, hiding from mistakes made in the spur of the moment… There is no stopping my mistakes from tainting the future a lurid shade of dirty gray.. Is the no respite from the constant hauntings of the past? The mercurial moon laughs at my awkward...