Of Ink and Death

Night brought dreams and with these fever dreams came endless possibilities painted in the muted colors of silence and melancholy. While the world was draped in the heavy cloak of darkness, he wasn't dreaming. He was creating, his hands fervently moving on a parchment, his head filled with cosmos and his soul losing a piece [...]

Echoes Of Vanity

His was beauty ethereal Reflected to him in calm waters All he admired All he cared was beauty of his own reflection With a love not lost yet cursed with a voice that repeats She was a nymph mortal Immortalized by her own reiterations The fates erred played a cruel jest And her heart was [...]