NikkelahGhaz

  In flames, On stone, Parchment, Or soul. A bruised sky turns black Tears   They fall like pearls thundering upon cracked skin. Earth. Imagine if you will, rooms towering with sand; a cathedral to make the final hours pure insanity that bleeds through your fingers, like silky ribbons shattered into trillions of microscopic shards of glass. Make believe, I implore you too, this insane structure homes the shadow stalker. Ruler, priest, sand turner.   But I digress. Intricate laces tether roughly, awful fright, your marble eyes; glassy golden like a harvest moon. Oh god. Where are you? Please…forgive me. I digress again.   When y