Hordes of darkness, riders of decay, and an occasion of tyrants
They laughed at the breaking of the worldAs hordes of darkness and riders of decayClung to the symbols of glory and well-fortuneAnd the mongerers of tales...
They laughed at the breaking of the worldAs hordes of darkness and riders of decayClung to the symbols of glory and well-fortuneAnd the mongerers of tales...
I write now, long after the song of minstrels has been forgotten. I write now, long after the ink of poets has gone dry. I write...
It is only fair for me to note, before we even begin, that I fell in love with Alan Wake 2 long before I began to...
Being a student of history is an experience that manifests itself in different phases. First comes awe; it underpins the fascination of learning about all these...
Poeticism has turned into something of an insincere practice in our society. It’s as if the modern human can’t stomach anything that isn’t given to him...
I rewrote the first sentence of this particularly unwieldy piece of prose a dozen times before settling for one that felt right. It was important that...
The most tragic human proclivity is to take things for granted. Think of the change in the seasons. An undeniable mark of the passage of time,...
I’ve found over the years that my long-winded rants are an unfortunate side effect of frustration that mounts up over time, and the world would be...
The divine is dead; men saw to its execution. They replaced the moral teachings of Christianity with a void of potential, and in doing so precipitated the most disastrous display of human savagery the world had ever seen.
Much too often, I find myself musing over how fleeting life is. I don’t suppose I fear death, yet I am afraid of dying. People worry...