Tag: dystopia
-
Winter criminal
No need of a bally anymore No new CVs in Templemore Peeling season upbraiding Henge vengeful Door to dark nebulae Raised in dawn ages In hate’s mist wraithed Sore-cheeked queen reigning, breath razor’d Climes brumal, brutal inclemency encrystals Galilean glassed voluminous, sinking vessels Fatal night to be homeless, Gelid flaying aeons of ice replaying Direwolves…
-
Apocalyptic palette
Black and white and red all over Not a knave left taming kestrels Death which is breathless, balding Recalling vilest cancers, sore incurable Angst and lancinating pain unendurable Real as Durer’s grass, realer than real Fixity’s cessation, bubbling floors rubbled nations A heat risen which steel melts to mithril puddle A wobbly, hot mushroom apocalypse…
-
Chronicles of the Dusk Ages IV – Last Charge of the Ferrathian Glyders
They told no one their name that was not of their tribe It was I who slyly bribed their scribe, he saw I was not a rival but a learned man He could not speak it but took pen in hand and wrote it there on the animal-candied margin banding his annals Ferrathians of the…
-
Chronicles of the Dusk Ages III – Beliefs and Customs of Feathermen
Virididerms with drawn faces from places you and I cannot place on any map Their mountains formed by ruins marking our world’s devastation They believe in diminutive elder races, first to walk the face of the earth Their faces were turned from Sol, they never returned from their subterrene halls Beneath the mounds, centuries sleeping,…
-
Plane Struck By Lightning
A tale that must be told Singular in strangeness Time to unpack it all now that I’m a patient Declared legally insane Strange as Webster’s Vertical Plane Such audacious conflations of credulity all in one place, at such pace, A mind wearing such weights droops, hides its face like the plate-touching chin of blameless Gorgythion.…
Alchemisland 