WIND WHIPPING HIS cloak around him, Lucifio Lamourn stood on a hill looking at the swirling mists in the distance. Behind him, the sky bled in magnificent colors as the sun slowly rose while above the

The old man was walking back from the small village in the next valley when he heard the sound. A faint moan coming from just off the track he walked on. ‘Animal,’ was what he first thought, his mind still

How come I never saw? I guess it’s hard to draw Out reality From the grip of love, that twin of insanity. So easy to tell now, in this tomorrow, The truth of all those moments I felt so low For questioning

I make a sound of disgust, putting the book aside. Even in my annoyance, I’m careful as I place the fragile thing on the blanket I lie on. It’s one of the old sorts, made of genuine paper and ridiculously

I sometimes wish wishing wasn’t so easy In this funny little world Where one becomes seldom weary When lost in fool’s gold. Feeling the weight of unshed tears I wish hope wasn’t such a familiar mad feeling

You look out the window above the sink, thinking of old times. A distant part of your mind notices the small, dark shapes moving in the perpetual green light outside and recognizes them as people who have

What would you say, If asked to stay, In this odd little place, We call home with grace. Can you speak, Without fear of being thought weak; Whisper a tale for me alone, Of times that have come and gone?

Micah watched the world outside the window beside her seat, her expression blank with boredom. Perfectly shaped clouds of spring skies met her gaze. Everything looked so white, only occasionally tinged

Cold hides in my flesh, As I pause, trying to keep a faint wish fresh; White is what I see, Stretching for miles around me. I make my way in the howling wind, While it tugs at me like some unseen fiend