I was wandering through a forest of skeletal trees and the misty vagueness of life when the flamelight of the candle in my hand was overmatched by the dawning sun that has illuminated a once dark world.   As if my heart's compass...

Echoes of the past scream on. This pulsation of heinous sound… sound that screeches into my ears!   Echoes of those who scream… This invisible crowd that follows me… Voices! Auditory torments!   Echoes of memory and psychosis… The two entwined like vines over a grave… Bound...

Stillness of the musty air entombed… Death vents no last breaths here… My ghostly presence alone is chilling the air around -   So, the Gothic rose grew in the lightless chill of my dark aura… chilling its beating soul.   The cold of my tomb keeps these...

In the beginning… There was darkness… A blink later there was a supernova… An entity commanded, “Let there be light!”   In our beginning… There was distrust… A moment later there were your starry eyes and ebony lips…   You commanded me, “Let your light be tangled...