UNMAKER PT 100 ...Shudderingly hideous to witness, space about us warped, as if gravity had been reversed, we Hung, idle like painted ships on a demon painter's ocean, trapped and beholden by the evil Of cruelly sybaritic ritual. Warily we watched, limbs heavy yet weightless, to see the blood moat froth, boil...
* Madland, badland place, Zoar attracts to it The spirits of those disaffected, disowned From the paradigms that govern our lives, Those souls slipped through out of safety, Into other realms where cold reigns as monarch. *
* Threatened, we had drawn a council together And held our own counsel, we few cities straddling The world beneath the ice, even when Zoar Had been but a frost mist wreathed ethereal world Without its surrounding aegis of harsh ice crystals. *
* I’d sought the source of that land as it crept Closer and closer to the realms of man, Little knowing the epicentre of the madness Encroaching on all lands, uncaring for culture Or civilisation developed, devouring in frost. *
I knew where that road led, where all such paths Do, letting the self become confused, blurring Past with future, present tense ever into anon Temporally fragile reality, and I…I chasing that Scene where explanations dwell, story in frost...
* Far over the icy tundra roams the wind, Signs of that hyperborean vastness just Barely seen, hardly known for what they are, Indicators of a lost world going unnoticed In these days when slow slumber the woods. * High teeth stabbing towards the sky only now Come into focus, the patterns of so many... Continue Reading →
Half promised land of madness lies As a viper biding within the nest made Of vanquished spiders and bird feathers, Strange and foreign in the known extreme, More than we can or would ever imagine. * For aeons longer than expired demigod lives Have been forgotten has Zoar dreamt over, It’s grand spires of madly... Continue Reading →
*** Greetings. Today I am bringing to you a piece which some of the readers from my previous blog may recall. It is only a little piece of the first part, edited slightly for grammar and presentation. The work is 23 parts long so far, written in August of 2013, telling the story of a... Continue Reading →
This is a world where insects seek To overthrow their Queen, * Millions in the hundreds Of years have made fuel That we burn, the dead Bones of lost creatures, Fossilised and Petrified To make our world of smog. * Hundreds of millions of years Have made fuel for a few Hundred, single digit billions... Continue Reading →