Darkened skies slice with a roar, Spirits howling through their hollowed core. Winds of sage, cleansing the air, Rosemary lingers—remembrance laid bare. Thyme in the rubble, courage reborn, The storm reshapes the battle-worn.
Tempest of an Awakening
Rising Tides of an Awakening
A border “czar’s" flaccid threat. Revere’s ride echoes once more. As red coats shift to red ICE hats, Return five riding spirits of yore.
From the Ashes of an Awakening
A beastly wound too long left in the dark. Aptly hidden beneath stitched-up lies, splitting apart.
Uncharted Waters: A Wayfarer’s Odyssey
Tired and battle-worn, a lone ship sails seas laden with storms.
Beacon of an Awakening
Exhaustion is my name, crisis is their blatant scheme. No rules, no breaks, no mercy— the same storm, a ceaseless theme.
Tides of an Awakening
As I sit and ponder my last dream, Swirls inside “Echoes of an Awakening”. The night has dawned on shifting tides; Behind the emerald shroud, the wizard hides.
Echoes of an Awakening
Eerie whispers, spectral signs Echo through my tangled mind. A chilling sigh out of tune, Haunting melodies entwined.
my letters from beyond the fire 