Worship and Sacrifice

The domed building bloomed blue. The light had no origin but fell none the less on the small hill of green grass and ignited upon the spindly trees that stood upon them. Droplets of water fell from bell to bell, hundreds hung from the roof. Their taps rang and echoed around the tall dome. Down … Continue reading Worship and Sacrifice

Living Dead

The people move like bees A swarm buzzing incessant nonsense How I wish to drown them out What nonsense would I care for? What happiness can their chatter bring? When my heart still mourns They envelope me The hive of jesters and exasperated sighs Who are they to tell me that it has been too … Continue reading Living Dead