Jul 17, 2025
at the edge of shadow, where reality and dream meet.
our black, black knife aims to face the knight.
we howl, we roar, to the skies.
at the edge of reality, where shadow and dream collide.
our carapace cracks in our strife.
we honor the deceased's forms.
at the edge of dream, where reality and shadow blind you.
where you can only use your ears.
that melody…
it sounds like… it's coming from under the water. deep.
if you believe it so, you can hear it,
until the light shines through it's umbral wings,
never to be heard again.
