The dark days are finally over. A truce has been called. The armies have laid down their weapons and you say your life is better now that you have banished the Queen, but yet you are still wearing your battle gear. Why do you act as if you need her to rule your kingdom? I… Continue reading Truce.
Your darkness is spreading like wildfire, it's black and deafening, it's cold, broken and you can't help but throw your venom out. You are nothing but dust, you have dried up and your bones are scarring from the pain you have inflicted on the world. You blame others for the mistakes you have taken, for the evil… Continue reading Despair.