A Death Cinematic

In the Tumbeling Dawn Light, Their Eyes Fall Frozen Through the Mist and Rain

the heart races with black worms and my blood is on fire

thus it begins

ebbing through the time of the elephants

setting the slow burn

so is, the marching eclipse of the sun

in the west the winds roll on thunderous clouds

thus it never ends

but to the gods these failures are torn by death

the ashes roar in fires

From Beneath The Mountains They Attack

when i leave i wish to kill the sun

the grasses will grow tall over our cities

In the Tumbeling Dawn Light, T

mountains choked with smoke, release the trees down their hillsides

sparrows circle the distance from the gallows to the sun

the new world

our sorrows pile up in the night's lament

as the lights fissure the night skies, our eyes grow pale at the horrors beheld

descending in obdurate hordes

the orange glow of the cities beneath the billowing skies

A Short Story on the Theme of a Broken Dream

i feel your homes burning down

their blood crawls through frozen fields and dead nights

The Ashes Roar in the Fires

brilliance of the first morning snow

01 thus it begins

from beneath mountains they attack

the nights are black, black as the coals of our bones

the earth does not move under our rapid, heavy hearts

our bones yellow in the sulfurs of the disfigured sky

02 ebbing through the time of the elephants

knives at my brain in the discordance of sleep

in the fields on fire, watch them turn to black smoke

Onward (As The Vultures Take The Sky) We Slip Into The Apocalypse

the sun glints through the dust risen from their hooves

03 the ashes roar in fires

and all the leaves trembled (with the dawn sirens)

from beneath the mountais they attack

for this too...shall pass