Calvaria

Such a juxtaposition is this. Between vibrant rock and stone, Creatures of death walk silent trails. Their feet whispering between slices of orange and striations of gold. The Calvarig. Those who worship The Gate at the end of life, Who embrace the unknown, With arms of an inhuman design. And minds connected as one part … More Calvaria

Through A Ruin Darkly

“The wind speaks hidden words, Cereph,” whispered Worn as the two creatures watched the darkening sea. They stood beneath a broken awning, a golden Sphinx and chestnut centaur. Cereph continued to stare at the rolling bay, emerald green eyes taking in the world. A glossy coat of golden fur ended at her shoulders and arms … More Through A Ruin Darkly