The night was beautiful,the air cool. The scenery lovely,as was the company. He walked slowly over to her,took her hand,and they began to dance. They waltzed in time with the hauntingly beautiful music. He leaned down to whisper in her ear….
The year 2291? Has it really been that long? Far after the apocalypse and the fall of the human race. Past the fall of technology and rise of the new age. . . .the second dark age. What people were still alive after the world was made uninhabitable by nuclear warfare lived underground for centuries.
We live in front of a beautifully illustrated back drop… a scenery that isn’t quite so real. We live in a “safe reality” where science reigns supreme and banality (this means disbelief) has taken control. A place where fairies, wizards, and vampires only exist on the t.v. screen. A place where magic is only card… Continue reading A Poem of Ascension (and more afterwards)