The cities are sour, Filled with people that cower Yet silently, in bliss; the trees flower.
Humans are vessels, For an energy brighter than the stars, And who would seek to fly ever more On wings of gold and souls of old. But if you desire to prove me wrong Ask yourself, would you rather; Fly with me, Or sing your quarantine song?
I’ve written the prologue for the Unbound Realm, Volume 1, book 1 (I think of 3) of the YA fantasy series I’ve been yammering about for some time now. (Gotta keep busy in the lockdown, right?) Warning: it’s super rough, and it will change as time goes on. I’ve also completed chapter 1, but I […]… Continue reading Prologue for the Unbound Realm — Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha
As above So Below, Like life, And death, Yet now Only within; Behind walls Behind doors, Yet within Only you, A truth To seek, Alone, yet Not.
I was born this way, Mortal yet not, With a soul from beyond Which in daylight cries; But at night sweet music makes. At the back of my mind, a whisper Whose addiction continues undying, Of things beyond the flesh Seen only in the gaze of an eye, Whose window must terrify my… Continue reading The Vampire Within