The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored.   The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

First Snow

The first snow Has already came and went The white flakes gone once more Melted away into the soft earth Now we're waiting Just waiting on another season To blow through our lives Taking with it The warmth of the summer sun To be replaced with The long winter nights