Domains II

It was by the shadow of the great green man that the unseen lines of dimensional geometry cascaded into a unified gate, the threshold of the mighty man’s domain.

And it is there by the very threshold that we merrily perform the joyous celebrations of the unifying of worlds and plains.

Know The Signs

Do you know the signs of the unseen ones? There are, as the wise have say, as many signs as there are the unseen ones.  

When the cold hands of fog comes down to blanket a valley. When cocks are crowing, in the wee little hours, of the desolate dykes. Then you shall know the signs of the unseen ones.

To The Gutters

What would you do with that knife that hasn’t been done a million times before unto me? 

Thrust it as fierce as you might want, break the flesh, the bone, brittle…it shall never fill that void one calls life.

None is more black than the shattered mirror, the rippling well, the underbelly of life, where the dead shall suffer death no more.   

Come and tear at the flesh, to the gutters, where the dead shall suffer death no more.

All Is One

No matter how much misery one has to endure, it all leads to one final truth. That divinity is attainable in life, and in joy, rather than just wrath.

That tales of old are not merely imaginary, but more likely a shrouded reality, waiting to be learnt and understood in the dusty, cobwebbed corners of the ancient weald.