Failing Illumination"What do you see?" When you look into the desolate eyes of a man lingering in a place where he knows he is not meant to be, you can't help but notice that the graying of his insides harbor something more than simple distress. "You know what is wrong here. Step out of this place. Walk away." But what is it? What is that something, nay, that nothing that holds his soul fast to where it is, where it should never have been? "Look into your eyes. Your thoughts are of no consequence. You will always be what you do, you will only reflect what you think." And how, you will inevitably wonder, did it come to this? How did this shadow find its way to such a dark and despairing place? It is, of course, a question that was never meant to be answered. To answer such a question would do nothing to solve the riddle that the question itself creates. Instead, the question must be thought an obstacle. "Believe that what brought you here was not the unfaltering pr
The Goddess of AgesI was little more than an infant the first time I was visited by a goddess. I remember it foggily, and with a certain fondness. She came in through the window in the early morning, before the sun had had the chance to chace away the dew that rested on the ground. Her hair was golden as the sun itself and littered with the chrysali of butterflies, and she had on her face a wide smile. Her eyes shone a bright green and she carried in her arms a young baby rabbit."I am the Goddess of Ages Yet to Come." She said reassuringly, her voice ringing like a symphony of wind chimes. "Look far ahead of you, for you have all that the world has to offer at the tips of your young fingers. I long for nothing, for I may have everything. The gift of time is mine to give and mine to own, and so I offer you this." She carefully reached into a pocket hidden in her long, flowing gown. From it she produced a golden chain followed by an equally brilliant stopwatch. She handed it to me. "Use your gift, as I ma
A SenseOnce upon a timeI heard a crying on the breeze.I heard a dampening of spirits,Then dismissed the sound with ease.Once upon a faceI saw a solumn tear unveiled.I saw a reckoning of fortunes,Then a lonely dream curtailed.Once upon a thoughtI felt a finger brush my brow.I felt a fastening of heartbeats,Then I slowly realized how.Once upon a placeI smelled a burning in my mind.I smelled a beckoning of madness,Then found a wound to hide behind.Once upon a selfI tasted what it was to be.I tasted renderings of knowledge,Then found I'd truely learned to see.
Into DustInto dustInto grayInto shadows far awayInto lands of stolen lightInto fields of clouded sightInto fireInto dreamsInto nothing as it seemsInto thoughts of doom and lustInto no one left to trustInto twilightInto sinInto worlds where air is thinInto maybe, never, soonInto melencholy tuneInto dustInto grayInto shadows far awayInto lands of stolen lightInto fields of clouded sight