by Ash | Feb 15, 2010 | The Prophets
In a tapestry of colored roses; The one who holds the pen yields the greatest power; The one who listens when no else will; Will be the one who senses the turning of the wheel; The one who watches the blade turn against the sword-maker; Will be the one who knows a lie... by Ash | Feb 14, 2010 | The Prophets
The beast was here all along; twisted and warped over decades of abuse. To awaken it is to conjure up a monster and if you can hear my heart breaking, it is the sound of the beast clawing its way out. Why force the animal into a corner knowing it will fight to its... by Ash | Feb 9, 2010 | The Prophets
It would be a mercy if indeed I was mad; for then I would be free to be the warrior dove wrecking vengeance to my heart’s content. I think I am mad but not enough to step over the edge and leave lucidity behind. It is a chain around my neck, holding me back with... by Ash | Feb 4, 2010 | The Prophets
The silence stirred my soul awake and I can feel the angels descending from heaven. In the stillness of the night, one can almost hear the wings of the warrior doves as they sweep across the land. Are they listening to the prayers of the people or are they merely... by Ash | Feb 1, 2010 | The Prophets
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... by Ash | Jan 15, 2010 | The Prophets
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...
