The Making of the Seventy-Two And Yzotl, weary of ruin and ashes, sought to fashion a creation unstained by decay. He desired forms so flawless that none could deny his mastery, even should the world itself rot beneath his hand. Thus he wrought the Seventy-Two, shaping them from the marrow of mountains, polishing them withContinue reading “Book II – The Labors and the Garden”
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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”
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”
The Want That Weeps
I dreamed of dusk that never turned to night,Nor morning broke with gentle, warming light.A place between; not heaven, not below,Where titans bleed and winds refuse to blow. The sky, a vault of copper, smoke, and flame,Did cough and groan but never call a name.Engines screamed like orphans left unheard,Grinding metal drowned each pleading word.Continue reading “The Want That Weeps”
Anxiety
I Know What’s Up ThereIt’s happening again.The pulse skips, then races.I’ve been here before. It’s just adrenaline.Episode onset, nothing unusual.Right, because the stars always shift when you get nervous.Give it time, you’ll forget this too. The sky looks wrong tonight.Not just the color, but the way it bends.Stars rearrange like they’re trying to hide something.There’sContinue reading “Anxiety”
CONTROL.
Control the populous, tell them what to fear and what to chase,Feed them poison dreams and distractions dressed in lace.Control the resource! Earth, water, wind, and flame,Drill the soil, damn the rivers, privatize the claim. Control the hysteria! Keep their pulses high and minds numb,Fabricate a crisis, broadcast the drum.Control the narrative, the whisper, theContinue reading “CONTROL.”
No Kings
Hammer strikes on blood-warm steel,Forging tools that maim and kill.Brainwashed hands pursue their skill,Learned not of choice, but silent will.And solemn now his heart lies still,For what he forged a life shall spill.Yet dare not weep or dare reveal,Or starve without another meal. Sickle swings to harvest grain,Yet still the poor cry out in pain.ConsumptionContinue reading “No Kings”
The Chariot
Sing, O Muse, of wisdom old,Of truths too harsh and tales untold.Where twilight stretched o’er field and pen,Two creatures sat, one wise, one when. Upon the hay, mid golden light,They watched the day give way to night.The lamb, so young, his heart unscarred,Spoke forth, his voice both bright and hard. “O wise one, tell, whatContinue reading “The Chariot”
War of Heart
Upon the field where morning dew once lay,Two kings stood fast to greet the break of day.One, cloaked in dirt with battle in his stride,The other, dressed in steel and royal pride. King Azapar, though worn by war’s cruel hand,Still led his few, a fractured, faithful band.No home remained, no refuge left to find,Yet inContinue reading “War of Heart”
The Curtain Falls
I walk within a world unknown yet mine,A place where truth and fantasy entwine.A thought, a spark, and suddenly it grows,A land where time dissolves, yet still it flows. The air is thick with whispers soft yet strong,A chorus built of stories, breath, and song.I feel them stir, their voices shape my fate,A tale untold,Continue reading “The Curtain Falls”
Gehenna
A shadow stirs where none should tread,A whisper crawls inside your head.No hands to strike, no beast to see,Yet terror grips, why should it be? No chains, no wounds, no threats appear,Yet still you wake in quiet fear.A thought alone, a flickering trace,And yet your heart begins to race. What shapes the dark behind yourContinue reading “Gehenna”
Dreams Unseen
A dream exists where none can prove it so,Yet in its grasp, we swear we truly know.A world unfolds, though built on fleeting air,Where time dissolves, and words are lost in glare. No law remains, no boundary holds its might,Yet still we walk through halls of sound and sight.We feel the pulse of things thatContinue reading “Dreams Unseen”
I lay my head in search of dreams,To find my soul by any means.The void does call from in my head,As I sleep softly in my bed.Thoughts that race, ideas we share,Reminds myself how much I care.I twirl myself on a stage so grand,Ne’er applause from figment hand.The show goes on for my own muse,ToContinue reading
The Jar: A System of Dreams and Nightmares
You must dream, this much is law.Dreams shape our lives, but mind the claw.The visions strut a world to own,Yet all you craft is what you’re shown. Dreams breed fear this much is fact.Quiet dread keeps the spine intact.You hush the ghosts, the thoughts they bring,Yet still they move, yet still they sing. And shouldContinue reading “The Jar: A System of Dreams and Nightmares”
Cut
I woke to a presence at the foot of my bed.A shape, warped and wretched, goblin-small,with skin like old parchment, creased and torn.Its fingers, long and restless, crept through my world,prying open drawers, unspooling my secrets,spilling my life into the dark. A thief of cloth and trinkets, of order itself,blind to my huffed protests, deafContinue reading “Cut”
Thus Fell the World
You watch from your window as metal-winged titans cleave the heavens, their iron bellies roaring with a fire not of this earth. Trumpets wail from unseen heights, a lamentation that splits the sky, an omen of doom that falls upon deaf ears. Below, the streets churn with the madness of the forsaken! Men and women,Continue reading “Thus Fell the World”
The Maw of Disgust
He drowns in excess, not of pleasure, not of fortune, but of filth. His suffering is gluttonous, a feast of misery served endlessly, force-fed without pause. The sickness within him gorges itself, multiplying like a parasite that never knows satiety. His fever is ravenous, gnawing at his flesh from the inside, a furnace of infectionContinue reading “The Maw of Disgust”
Avarice Without End
In the darkness, there sits a man, hunched over a small, tattered purse. His fingers, long and skeletal, hovering only just above it, twitching with the hesitation of someone both desperate and afraid. His eyes, sunken deep into a face carved by time and neglect, never leave the object. He watches it as if expectingContinue reading “Avarice Without End”
The Watcher’s Lament
You open your eyes to fog; thick, endless, swallowing the world in a veil of gray.The air is heavy, humid, clinging to your skin like a whispered secret.It is neither warm nor cold, only damp and stagnant, a breath half-held.You are naked, yet there is no shame.You are lost, yet there is no fear.You simplyContinue reading “The Watcher’s Lament”
Requiem of the Makers
In the heart of a world forgotten, the earth groans beneath the weight of colossal machines. Great beasts of iron breathe smoke through nostrils made of flame, their limbs turning with a rhythm older than time. The sound of grinding gears echoes like the hollow pulse of a dying god, as metal claws tear atContinue reading “Requiem of the Makers”
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