Cometh Thy

Cometh Thy
Killer of worlds

Bliss are we
To our weakness

Blind are we
To the darkness

Purge this land
From which we comprise

Your cleansing flames
Bathe me in glory

To eternity
We burn ever long

The ever lasting flame
Engulfs our home

Oh Cometh Thy!
Destroyer of Man!

Into Paradise...

"... The stale, humid air feels more like water than a gas as I swim through the horrid, apothic corridor. Each step I can get feel and hear the crunch of bones of the fallen. I can feel it's breathing drawing closer. My sword is a burden on my fagged hand, but still I must go on, feeling my way through this dungeon of tribulation.

Closer now, my foe follows swifter than I. Do I turn to fight, or try and flee?

I hear it now, the shallow howl from the bowels of this defiler, it comes from all around.

The clank of something behind me...

I wheel to face my assailant...

I crash to the mucky floor, my head riven from his nefarious blow..."

Taken from my short story on a dream I had "Into Paradise..."

I feel as though I can not face my fears right now. I am too split between hard decisions that will have much prevalence on my life ahead.