Ode to Battles lost

"That whispering, suffocating, invisible virus that corrupted our world, stealing the weak and the frail and the old. Borne of air and transported by the fools and the selfish through every breath. We stand firm to suffer your bitter sting 'cause no matter how many or how long the battles rage you cannot win the … Continue reading Ode to Battles lost

The Midnight Mourner

She waits, under the glow of every full moon. lillies long since useful. Waiting. The desire for her long dead lover suffocating every last breath within. Through seasons changes and ages past she still returns. Always under the full moon. Always at midnight. Only to fade as smoke into the cold darkness. A whisper on … Continue reading The Midnight Mourner