25
Feb
Of Luster, Dimmed
This place used to hold a certain magic.
Storefronts animated by the essence of olden days.
Wood & candle.
Sweets
1 min read
Jeffrey Deckers
30
Jan
Of Diamonds That Shone
A kiss on parchment frail.
'Till next we meet, somewhere.
Lines carved in wrinkled skin,
Life's tales
1 min read
21
Jan
In Stasis, In Between
To thrive when surrounded,
Or in isolation.
In the thrum of the built, and the mechanical,
or in the calm
1 min read
04
Dec
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
3 min read
23
Oct
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
3 min read
09
Oct
Descente: An Obscure Augury
Painted eyes stare into our world.
A window to our soul.
Une âme, bereft of light and joy.
Pour me
1 min read
03
Oct
We, The Flagellants
We build ourselves a cage to attain that which a broken society tells us we need to want. And in
1 min read
26
Sep
Our Painted Faces
Paint your faces.
Layer upon layer.
A chosen reality.
To masquerade as the thing we dreamt of being.
Bent and
2 min read
02
Sep
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
6 min read
19
Jul
Exhaust
This remnant has manifested in The Oubliette as a part of something greater.
Of something that lingers.
Something left behind.
2 min read