The persistence of myth

The stories of generations float through space, living on in the minds, hearts and discs of untold millions. If the world were devoid of the human race, its myths would live on still, lying dormant, until an intrepid adventurer stumbles on a memory bank - and the stories would burst forth like a raging flood, bringing the race to life once again.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Despair

I leave chaos behind
In the sandstorm of my footsteps
Endure me if you can
Or die in the trying.

There are no half measures
When the vortex pulls you in
And the screams echo
Over the charnel house.
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