The Children of the Abyss

Again the light shines no more. And so once again the fountains will fill with the watery blood of the fallen ones. With a divine vigor, we wallow in the infinite warmth of immortality. Plumes of fire thrust from the ground as skin slides upon skin in a serpentine orgy of lust and debauchery. Black… Continue reading The Children of the Abyss

The Final Moments

The beauty wrapped around my tortured gaze caresses my blackened iris. Blackened and charcoled, rimmed in onyx I can not see the whispers of sweetness all around.Ive been blinded to beauty now forever, the swordsmans blade has pierced me with tender finality and this world I’ll see no more. Absence of vigor leechs me of… Continue reading The Final Moments