The waves have raised their sharpened beaks, foam-capped heads spread taut against the blue-black of old hates left to fester beneath the silt of the tidal pool. Stribog's charred clouds meet the edge of the endless deep in a ragged line torn from beyond the farthest shore of sanity...and the beast closes in, it's bloated pulsing form alive within ( Read more... )

Drifting lazily onwards through the steel blue sheet of an endless sea, with Stribog's heavily laboured breath falling over me in slow waves, I make my way towards the now lost memory of a fading sun. High above the birds still circle like dandies around a monarch's throne, flecks once white now dimming to dull charcoal spiralling against a thick ( Read more... )

The setting sun has washed the horizon in orange fire, flames licking towards me and my little empty boat in waves of imagined heat, and I head inexorably towards the illusory hell. Chernobog's rough breath has begun to blow and the evenings fall colder and sharper, making the visual tapestry all the more incongruous. With the dark god's long ( Read more... )

The northern shores have long since slipped beyond the horizon's edge, the jagged peaks of low-slung mountains fading already from the memory as the sea stretches past seeing like so much blue-grey slate. Sinking slowly westward, it's pale gold rays shimmering faintly, the sun finds it's home beneath the great western mountains who's roots sink ( Read more... )

The day has risen slowly, cerulean blue painfully pushing it's way through the clenched grip of the black water, the gods' eternal chase of sun and moon too strong even for the sky's reluctance to affect more then a brief parenthesis in the everlasting routine. The waves low and barely capped, tiny white tips catching the morning light in ( Read more... )

The rains have come again, calling forth invisible cyclonic hands to confuse, to leave the unfortunate in the washed out haze of muggy mornings and stony uncertainty...the scent of earth and a faint untraceable perfume hanging limp in the air like felons at a medieval prisoner's block. The winds, drawn painfully through the all-pervading humidity, ( Read more... )

Rising up from the budding flower of spring's heavy womb, it's all encompassing pupils oozing slow malice from half lidded eyes, the oppressive weight of summer's heat has come to bloom among the placid fields and verdant forests that lead to the palaces of my mind's eye. Seen from outside myself, cool and detached on high above the everyday, the ( Read more... )

The sheltering body of the slowly spinning earth gradually sheds it's frosty blankets as the universe reaches down an emerald velvet thumb and seeds the spring rains with the spark of the living. The winds roll in softly, finding their way through the buds of still unopened flowers and eyes now fresh with promises of new beginnings. The rains, ( Read more... )

The rain beats lightly against the smeared fingerprint patterns painted across the mounting walls of despair, ever so slowly wearing away at the coat of murky paint until the gleaming crystal shines opalescent in the faint light of evening. My path, muddied and indistinct in the spring rain, seems to be shorter then just a few days ago yet when I ( Read more... )

The road twists lazily ahead, only marginally brighter then gloomy fields enclosing it. There is no light at the end of the road, no coqetishly peeking sun over the horizon. The moon, blue-white and gibous hangs suspended overhead, her sway complete as the sun's howling rictus grin hides away beneath the western mountain strongholds and laughs ( Read more... )