I never thought to see the day,
That our world would be turned to ash,
Punished for what we believed,
No—in truth,
Twas the wrongs we’d driven deep.
The pain we’d make our own people feel,
Generations from now,
They would still kneel,
And we would know,
That this was our own doing,
Unbidden, our demons grow.
I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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