Author: Staff

curses in their stammers far side of Grayson’s hill as up, then down, my hammerwrought its...

The air is stillBut for the soundOf beating wingsAnd a voice that carriesA whispered chant. I look...

Dark angels tread death’s stony pathfollowing in the bloody footmarksof anguished soulssilently...

those teeth gnawing on meclamping down on my guts, my skull, soul -sole occupant of this bone...