the tired and tumultuous.

we’re caught out of orbit,

swept up in this

downpour of

d e s t r u c t i o n

(can you taste the chaos)

we are

itchy fingers on a

quick-trigger-hand-grenade,

minds dancing with delight

at the cold, dark danger,

mouths filled with yesterday’s ghosts

isn’t it

masterful,

the way madness

befalls the weary

– ashley jane

darkness lives there.

he wears shades

of brimstone and damnation,

never raven black,

all burnished gold, falu and feuillemort

his eyes are home to an hidden world

made of ancient shadows and sunlight

they welcome you into the fire,

but you will not survive their invitation

to explore new depths

(darkness lives within the flames)

– ashley jane