Gravity down a darker path.

Here is another piece of writing from Mykh, let me know what you think.

A deeper murk lies upon the unwary astral traveller, as exists hypotheses of weights immeasurable, and of a light consuming blackness. Waking from a slumber beyond measure, these vexed collapsing titans, long since extinguished, feed upon their own with an infinite and impartial hunger.
Their form unseen, as the gloom of an all consuming darkness distort any true motive.
The wise pilgrim plans well when venturing into the still vacuum between the stars, for these deities wrath is absolute, an all enduring cease, exists within.

— Mykh Wulves

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Departure in the Night

I thought I would put up something slightly different up for a change. Here is something a friend of mine wrote. He would really like some honest feedback. Let me know what you think.

A looming resonance thickens as the wooden hands meet, as if pressing the colder frost, like tiny spiders webs on the not so familiar glass. Twelve chimes mark the opening of a door and a departure in the night. For Beyond the sight of the soft candle light where imp shadows play with the imagined un-night, lays deeper murks with a thousand eyes.

A cloak of dark dressed those macabre creatures; those that hide in travelers peripheries, in the echoes of their footsteps upon the damp stone sidewalks, and most of all in the street lamps that fail with solitary proximity. The imaginary tendrils of night lurking somewhere unseen. Instinct and reason deviate as the rhythmic footsteps hasten. Not until sanctuary of a familiar door and behind it the hearth, do my invented watchers withdraw.

Mykh Wulves

 

 

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