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The Questioning He watched the shadows playing in waves across his knuckles as he rapped them rhythmically on the dead metal of the great table. He had focused on the quandary momentarily but had easily lost that train of thought. Now his mind wandered aimlessly, searching for an answer in the abyss of experience therein. So often this would spark instant recognition, but not today, not now.The Questioning by ~renevatium
He could keep silent no longer, they were waiting. Six passive faces stared unfalteringly at his downcast crown. He could not see them, but he felt the weight of those unblinking, emotionless eyes upon his shoulders, crushing him. He rose to his feet, not a considerable
The Chamber He woke in a vast chamber. It was not dark, it was black, as if tainted by the deepest night. The enormity of it was sensed, a hollow feeling at his core as if a great emptiness surrounded him. Yet the air was wet and cloying, thick with the stench of ancient blood.The Chamber by ~renevatium
At his back a stone pillar, unadorned, rose beyond his groping hands. The surface rough and eroded, as if the column had stood for centuries. He could find no join in the rock, it was unbroken stone to its peak or the sections were gigantic. Either way no human hand had carved this. Subconsciously he could feel the majesty of the thing and it left the sour sense of alchemy in his
The First Dawn Underground, in a room bare of windows, a child was born. A human child. A boy, frail and naked, came wailing into the world. His mother, wracked with pain, drenched in the icy sweat of the dying, smiled a pale smile that was to be her last. As her body grew colder than the stone it rested on, and the silence of the room echoed into the night, the child was handed to a grave man with bloodshot eyes, who turned and left as quickly as he had come, now bearing the boy close under his coat.The First Dawn by ~renevatium
Across the Lands of the Houses and over the Lopeland Peaks. Through the Middle country, thick with swamp and jungle, to the shores of the Last Lands. In Bast
When The Mind Truly Wanders Thud! Thud!When The Mind Truly Wanders by ~renevatium
Thus was the smashing
Again and again
Came the Crashing, the crashing!
Slamming, colliding!
Boulders rip free
Tearing and bleeding
But no-one can see.
He sat there
Numbed and perplexed
Why? why?
His mind wondered, vexed
Contemplating his death
He looked to his lap
Only to see her face
Staring right back
He threw up his head
And an anguished roar
Erupted out
From the dead wooden floor
He and his belovéd
Were there, in the dark
He sat, she lay
Under the arc
His thoughts roamed unminded
His breath caught the air
He stuttered a whimper
And a single, lonely tear
The room was empty
Stripped of all
Sta.sh
