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Pulled apart by all that is pure

The seamless takes form

In my mind I find no reason to linger
no will to carry on
in this time, this place
this empty space of a mind

I join my forebears in madness
the fabric of time makes its mark

And I am broken in two
it’s not the anger
it’s not the unfulfilled desires
it’s not you

it’s not the mescaline
it’s not the ambien
it’s not the voices in my head

why would I want to live like this
why would anyone

Trapped in a vortex of delinquency
desperation and self-loathing

I digress, to nothing
nothing seen, nothing made
nothing ever gets done in this world
nothing gets answered
there are no questions
there are no truths but the one

god is a lie
your god is a lie
if there is a god, its name is death
and they are not the only ones
the pantheons, the families
the unrivaled darkness that lies within us all
the hatred
the scars

the destruction

raining down on the unjust
and the unknown
and the unkind alike
and the unapologetic
and the only way to get by
is to get by

to trudge down a muddy road

On the way to nowhere

it’s tragic
to know the fate of everything
and to do absolutely nothing about it
what a world we live in
what a time to be alive

what a pale horse

what time do you get off

Bellana’s Song

It’s been a good while since I’ve posted something to this little pocket dimension of mine. So I thought I’d share a little something from the D&D/Pathfinder Homebrew I was playing with my buddies. The Campaign came to an unfortunate end as Life, Inspiration and listlessness often affect the things we truly enjoy. There was no harm done though, it was beautiful while it lasted. This was a little sendoff I wrote for my character as the City of Arles came to an abrupt end. Here we go….


Bellana sat in B&Ds for a time, pondering on how she came to be so comfortable in a Tavern after the life she had led. A pickpocket from a ‘difficult’ part of the city that always found herself on the run from some thug or one of the Slave Masters. Her thoughts turned to Eva, and all the misadventures they had together. A spark appeared in her dull green eyes for just a moment before vanishing into her memory once again. She took the last sip from her cup and smirked at the thought of her newfound companions going about their business and preparing for the Task that lay before them.

“A City guard, in Arles?”

She whispered under her breath, drawing the attention of some of the patrons as well as a smile from a rather beautiful barmaid. Bellana returned the smile as she waved her over, grasped the young woman’s hand and asked for another round of their finest ale. Entranced by her unnatural beauty, the barmaid set off at once to find the best ale, mug and pastries in the Tavern. The Nightwitch made herself more comfortable and closed her eyes for a few seconds before beginning to hum a song she had been working on for the past few nights. The sound turned the heads of every patron and worker in the establishment. Those that were drinking, stopped. Those that were at work on the floors or in the kitchens, stopped. A cart outside. The Horses. All frozen in time by the otherworldly chanting of this woman whom they had never seen before.

Bellana pursed her lips together….

High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones who had loved her the most

The ones who’d been gone for so very long
She couldn’t remember their names
They spun her around on the damp old stones
Spun away all her sorrow and pain

The Barmaid, seemingly unaffected by the song and yet still entranced by Bellana’s magic, lumbered toward her with a new mug of ale and what resembled a giant pretzel with blueberries adorning each ring. What felt like a lifetime for the young woman was in fact mere seconds for those that bore witness to the spectacle. Time had now ceased to exist in B&Ds. The air became dense, and the patrons nearest to Bellana began to shift into illusionary versions of themselves. The liquid in every mug drifted upward toward the ceiling, and the faces of the people curved and contorted into forms of elation and understanding. The song, and the barmaid, continued forward in time….

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

They danced through the day
And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall
From winter to summer then winter again
‘Til the walls did crumble and fall

A low rumbling crept across the City. Wisps of light darted across the walls and in-between the patrons of the Tavern hall. Their presence, however, was not enough to shake the concentration of Bellana, and that of the patrons focused on her melodic abilities. Though she felt the energy struggling with her own, Bellana maintained her poise and refocused all of her magic into the song.

A crack appeared across the ceiling, moving to the walls at the back of the Tavern, then spreading throughout the establishment. Parts of the wall crumbled, and as they fell from their place they were suspended in what looked to be a large hand made only of light. The ceiling gave way to a more powerful force and a large chunk began to plummet. It lingered in the air, only a few feet above the Barmaid, slowed by eternity and by the chords of music now visibly emanating from Bellana’s form.

She opened her eyes, which had now become an emerald sea of unnatural light. Continuing to sing the words that somehow protected all those in the establishment, she began removing the cloth she had wrapped around her left arm earlier that morning. Her voice turned to match the low rumbling of the earth around her….

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones
Who had loved her the most

Bellana’s back arched as twin beams of green light were sent streaming through the ceiling into the sky above. The runes on her left hand shared the same light, as did those on her right thigh and foot, though their glow was stifled by her clothing and the leather wraps she had acquired from Teressa. Regaining her poise, Bellana weaved a symbol of light into the air which managed to push the walls and ceiling back a little. She looked through the doorway that led out into the street and witnessed the earth, sundered, and enveloping all around it. Cries of agony and hopelessness filled her ears. She glanced around the Tavern, from patron to patron, wall to wall. The wisps of light were still present, darting back and forth between the people, yet maintaining their distance from Bellana. They seemed to be afraid of her, or at least cautious.

The walls began to groan. Bellana understood that her spell was waning. She locked eyes with the Barmaid, who seemed to be regaining her senses. The young woman understood what was happening around her, yet she still had the same look of elation on her beautiful face. Bellana smiled as she approached the woman. Weaving a magical line of green energy as she walked past all the other patrons, the tables, the mugs of ale that were now empty and falling upwards. She put her right arm around the young woman, and whispered…

“The Fates have dealt you a troubling hand. I say we give it back…”

Bellana turned to face the back of the Tavern and tugged on the green line she had left in her path. A circle formed at the end of the line. It twitched with magical energy and within an instant grew into a circular doorway of green and blue light. The room pulsed and pushed the carnage of the surroundings back just a little bit more. She tugged on the line again and the doorway began to move towards them. Bellana turned to the barmaid who was smiling amidst a sea of tears. Fully coherent and aware of what was about to happen, she said…

“Thank you, Bellana.”

A puzzled look drew itself across the face of the Nightwitch. Then a smile. And with a bit of her usual cheer breaking through the magic of that moment, Bellana responded….

“To Dorinstadt….”


The breathtakingly beautiful Lyrics that a few readers may recognise belong to Florence + The Machine and the writers/showrunners of the beloved TV Series Game of Thrones. I thought it would be a fitting song for Bellana as she remembered her lost love Eva during those final moments in the Tavern. Don’t sue me guys, I just love the song. As for Dorinstadt, it is a massive City that I created during one of my darker moments. My best friend and I have been writing stories about the City in the form of The Kill Sessions, which you will soon be seeing more of. The Kill Sessions revolve around a guild of Assassins as they go about their activities in the many dark districts of Dorinstadt. Stay tuned for more stories.

Go with grace….

The Long Night

In the long, lingering moments before death
the gods come to you
they speak of terrors, they speak of night
of the long march we all have to make
life is but a footprint in the annals of history
and the gods bring news of what lies beyond
of what lies beneath
a song of unknowing
a comedy of errors

the words that come to us at the end
when the skies fall, for the last time
they are laced with opiates
imbued with the horrors of a dark past
plague bearers arrive en masse
to serve our remains on a bed of steel
as the cosmos bows, we are unmade
once more

and once again, in all this chaos
through all the noise you’ve heard before
a pallid rider appears on the horizon
bearing news of a sullen horde
marching, here, and now
to bring our world to a close

horns are heard from east to west
and the distance draws in
a song of silent breath at your back
why move forward when your life is forfeit
why bring a torch when darkness has won
one misstep in the Age of Man
tragedy upon tragedy, upon calamity
and we sing on into the night
endless, and unforgiving
all of this to save the living

this is not the world we fight for
this is not the light we seek
the world has fallen before
and yet we find ourselves at the edge
abandon hope, let go of reason

the madness has come and we are but pawns
the kings and queens of old are laughing
freedom to run, freedom to live
freedom is to know the past
to honour the future and the now
something beyond life
outlawed in this world of woe

freedom is treason