Of Wreath and Yuletide Omens
A sound wakes you.
Or was it only there in the realm between waking and dream?
Drowsy and with sinew
Of Blue Blood and Burning Sanctuaries
Cut me open
Separate the seams that bind
Until I no longer see my Self
—As long as I bleed
Descente: An Obscure Augury
Painted eyes stare into our world.
A window to our soul.
Une âme, bereft of light and joy.
Pour me
We, The Flagellants
We build ourselves a cage to attain that which a broken society tells us we need to want. And in
Our Painted Faces
Paint your faces.
Layer upon layer.
A chosen reality.
To masquerade as the thing we dreamt of being.
Bent and
The Last Ember: A Fealty by Fire Unmade
A second piece written early in the conception of The Last Ember. Meant as a prologue chapter, I wanted to
Exhaust
This remnant has manifested in The Oubliette as a part of something greater.
Of something that lingers.
Something left behind.
The Mirror of Assimilated Auguries
"In the hall of glass panes, the Mirror of Assimilated Auguries will show you the way to The Augur&
Inland Empire: An Elysian Augury
Lost within.
My mind a swirling, dark mess of smoke and whispers.
My voice fractured into the myriad.
Like splinters
Oathblade
This Memento has taken the shape of an Oathblade—an unbreakable bond, forged in the fires of shared hardships and