A blog with updates and roadmaps about things that I will be doing. It will contain other things like poems, digital artwork, and just different topics that I am interested in. The cover image will be AI-generated, but I will post my self-drawn digital artwork here as well.
Ink stains the hands of the innocent poet as blood stains that of the war-painted soldier. And one timid poet now hallucinates the blood on his hands.Stryathe is a young and little-known poet. When a cambion and orc knock on his door and offer him a role as Warren-General, he's confused, and tempted to politely decline-but they have something to hold against him, something would incriminate him more than being a nymphiad already does.
So he mournfully joins their cause. Strategies blur in his mind. Death toll rises.
And now Stryathe is left to consider the lives he has indirectly taken.
In the burrows of the NightmareWhere Justice naked is,life watches from the shadowAnd the stars go squawkingbut Life remains a blessingNo winter without a springbeyond the dark horizon a brighter dayFor those who leave us for a whileOut of a restless, care worn worldOur hearts will once more singa sun will always singand a sky will carry our heart into stars.
A carefully curated collection of poems for the broken-hearted in search of comfort. A place to scream, cry, and sing together. Take a rest, stay a while and enjoy this commentary on the complexity of the human condition.