Tag: death

I stood there, my eyes trained upon that lovely valley. It was dark beneath those trees, and shadowed mysteries lay hidden under those boughs. The river, as all rivers must,…

And that which was not memory persisted too; the memento of my dream had followed me into this new day, and the puncture marks upon my neck itched and burned.…

As I stood there, filling my heart with beauty, the odd, unbelievable dreams of the night persisted in my memory, refusing to fade away. I wonder if I had killed…

The valley lay below, a dense tangle of trees on either bank of a twisting, winding river. The air up here was sweet, and as I gazed into that far…