“The beast of the gulch is on the move. It hunts without reason. It kills without eating. Its prey is the sound of a beating heart. Within the shallows of the gulch dwells death.”
Book 9 of The Kingdom’s Disdain is available now!
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Special Effects Chest pain Is a constant A wall between myself and the body There is a chronology that I am separated from as I hover Above the flesh, noncommittal Like a prince who can’t make up his mind You’re falling into the water You’re stumbling
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Dracula’s Line You lower the gates: Your legs crossed like the stars that spell your name In your keep on top of the mountains you welcome me Like an alien fleeing political purge There is a long table in your dining room with space for both
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Azathoth Blind Black stars falling I could see you through the veil of immortality But what reflection would I see in that endless sea? Vacuous space, forever depth No knowledge the brain commands could clarify The steps taken by a Messiah, even the smallest messiah But
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Bow Before Him Bring me back I’ve been to places, seen things Kingdoms in dust and disrepair A white stag, nibbling on grave flowers Cair-Paravel, Nation without end, empty and desolate, and I wonder What lions do when they lose their pride It is essential to
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Jester Your translucent skin reveals the ley lines Of your bodily flow and They move when you take your steps across the threshold There was rain this morning, but it evaporated in the brisk sunlight Of early night Across from me, three pigeons peck at the
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Jormungandr (Systemic) Rancid reek the layers of the ground up Coiled menace Shrieking mass, majority of venom Its cannibalistic desires crushed beneath gravity We were weighed by ancient animal gods Found to be heavier than dark matter Keep your head down Keep your cool Analyze me
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Elegance (Faith is Not Enough) I want to drink you Slide your soul over the fringes of a crystal champagne glass And taste that sense of truth that is innate to your being It has to be so soothing to know Clerical to be so solid
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. About the Abyss Create a timestamp Or at least an educated guess What went wrong. When things began to crawl instead of run Ether to ether Begotten loss Shoulders bared, inside a chamber where thoughts move slowly We call it “The beach” A palace of considerations
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Six Months You lull me to sleep with the quiet sounds of your late night scrambling I see you most out of the corner of my eye, and I’m already falling asleep after a long day of adventuring. The lights are still on. There are animals
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Annihilationism I lay me down to sleep In a bed shaped like a coffin It’s undeniable that I need some extra rest Before I sink my teeth in tomorrow’s affairs Keep my box heated It gets cold underground Nightly vapors tend to seep through the cracks
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