“Standing in the reeds, the Kingfisher watches the passing of profaned waters. A Heron of ages past crosses the stone path, wearer of the blade crown. Perched on gilded shoulders, the twins of Pain and Joy. Before her, a tyrant[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Blood of My Blood Flesh to Flesh Iron Spiked.
Flesh of my Flesh, Blood bound to Blood, Hair forms the final pin: Bundle of Thorns.
The Dragons of the Void are frightful things, Vermillion knows their shifting shapes, Born aloft, to and fro, bidden by the hidden ones, By humming wings unveil and show, The dread raker of worlds below. A single finger drawn across[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
