The eclipse is upon us and ol' Riley beats the drums of war. Celebrating the end of the world as we know it, under the ever darkening sky, as the moon is slowly lost to sight, only to be illuminated shortly in a baleful red glow. The land is locked in a frozen … Continue reading Eclipse
Supplication
I have become old and tired. My hands are wrinkled and at times shake as with a palsy. My mind is clouded and empty except for glimpses of things real and imagined. Past and illusional events coming and going kaleidoscope-like in my minds eye. Despite how I feel, my body is still strong. It is … Continue reading Supplication
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