Author: mov51

Life devoured

On you lands the blame
In your hands was the seed
From your life was built the flame
That devoured the world in greed

A man lost is well aware

Just as darkness fuels despair
A man lost is well aware
That he built his binding lair
And his chains are locked by lack of care

A broken rotting branch set in contrast against the color of wet bark

Spring eyes

Springtime is full of colors, and even more so after a rainstorm.

Senseless Time

As time goes by it becomes harder and harder to trust my senses, to know exactly how and why my body reacts to the world. My interpretation changes by the second and some days...

A brothers hand

The first brothers had a certain synergy, largley held up by the tempurate actions of the younger. Always ensuring that his brothers actions would be fruitfull, watching from behind the curtain and pushing the...

A brothers chaos

Of the two brothers one stood out. He was the louder and more enthusiastic one. As opposed to his counterpart who watched from the background, carefully planning each action. The grander brother rushed through...

The first brothers (lore concept)

There was a time in the past, a time where location was nonsense and the allpowerfull had not yet been forged. In this abstract place when time never changed a spark hotter than any...

Life over time

All a cascading filter
The made lost defect
Each their own trickster
Trapped by what they deflect