Takes From the Lonely Forest

Your hate is hollow, it breeds nothing, it festers and rots. It does not build, it does not heal, it does not matter. Love demands more than your narrow sight, it demands you bleed with the mother’s grief, choke with the addict’s hunger, hear the child’s muffled cries in a house that hates its ownContinue reading

Book I – The throne of blood

In the first days, when the sky wept ash and the mountains groaned beneath the weight of sorrow, Yzotl rose from the womb of shadow. His hands were forged of iron, his heart hardened into stone, and no warmth of love nor spark of pity dwelt within him. Where he walked, silence followed, for evenContinue reading “Book I – The throne of blood”

Beneath the first and formless sky,Where suns were not, nor stars to die,There lay the Mother, blessed Syl,Whose breath bore bloom on barren hill. Her heart was pure, her blood divine,The chosen womb of Life’s first sign;Yet bound she was by hands profane,Her skin the cover, her bones the chain. Upon her flesh, with GodbloodContinue reading

The First Sermon of the Torturer’s Shadow

Hear me, you blind!Hear me, you deaf of soul!Before the thrones of your pitiful gods were set in gold,there was the black age,an age of rot,an age of beasts born to suffer! Abominations, crawling in the bowels of the world!Mouths without mercy!Eyes that never closed!And over thema crown of knives!Yzotl! The Torturer! Every breath beneathContinue reading “The First Sermon of the Torturer’s Shadow”

Tread not the path where silence reigns,Where breath is stolen, marrow drains.Here lingers death in ancient shroud,The gift of Azapar, unbowed. Once flesh and blood, a man of will,He bartered soul for darker skill.From crypt and grave, his legions swarmed,Cold hands to serve, cold hearts to warm. Through Mother Terra’s heart he tore,Her fields toContinue reading

Before you brave the lands now cursed by ruin and time,Before sword leaves sheath and spells break silence,You must first hear the truth that turned a man into a godless shadow. He was once Azapar; High Arcanist of the Ivory Conclave.A man born of flame and vision,Whose heart pulsed not for conquest…But for her. ButContinue reading

A Noble Shanty

Died for sins he never knew,Died when skies turned burning blue.Cracked the crown and dropped the glass,All the nobles fell like ash. Shadows danced from wall to wall,Waiting for the king to fall.Whispers told it long before,“Lock your gates, and bar the door.” Name in stone, but marked in red,Not by him, but by theContinue reading “A Noble Shanty”

Stories from my lonely forest: 12 hungry children

This is an entry from an unfinished, semi-released book of grimm themed poems 12 hungry children sit a table a sorrowing feast spun straight from a fable The pitiful spread of bark and berries the oldest remarks while picking at scabies “We’re starving Pa!”, still chewing galangal, “how can we survive with nothing but bramble!”“Worry not my boy”Continue reading “Stories from my lonely forest: 12 hungry children”