Await the coming storm I will, Amid its bearing swells, I stand stoically still. I look up into the clouded heavens for prayer, little did I know there was evil in the air. Once more, staring into that gray, I shall never see the...

These stars are black across the white sky.   In happy madness - I stare up into the abyss.   Inspired madmen are pure lunatics.   I could not speak to this storm, so, it gently spoke to me.   This blizzard will make you shiver, you will sense it creeping closer.   I...