When the Wings of Angels Tatter

“Within our ranks I shall support you, and watch your blind spots well. Even the forgotten must know that their heretical angel will stand aside them, with eyes of crimson and nails of glass…” When your wings tatter, as you fall from the sky, and the new day’s sun breaketh your skin… And your blood… Continue reading When the Wings of Angels Tatter

Short Tort (Unfinished)

“…sometime the unfinished works are the worst appetizers for the better novels….” Through the tombstones I shall creep, and glare with crimson eyes. In points puddles, my nails shall steep, and shroud my heart with lies. Flesh has rend and fallen down, I drag it where I stride. The smell of rot upon my crown,… Continue reading Short Tort (Unfinished)