A message sent in silence, in a chat meant to vanish, at the hour when fate leans in.
In the 11th Hour
From Ashes to Embers
Fatigue clings to my jaded bones, As weariness crashes over me. A heaviness no sleep can mend, No dream can set me free.
A Storm Awakens
A country run by sociopaths, Unmoved as we struggle and die. Oblivious to the people’s wrath, Bleeding us completely dry.
Tempest of an Awakening
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.
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.
Harbingers of Havoc
We ride the storms on fumes alone— A Viking’s thirst, chaos our throne. In unhinged weary defiance Wrangled carnage, our sole alliance. Fueled by rage and caffeine’s might, Restless souls that burn too bright. Through shattered dawns and fractured nights, Many a tempest lost in neon lights. Mighty chaos gremlins rise unchained Rebellious fire coursing our veins! Unfazed by rules, unbowed by fate, Harbingers of havoc—check-freaking-mate!
From the Ashes of an Awakening
A beastly wound too long left in the dark. Aptly hidden beneath stitched-up lies, splitting apart.
The Timeline of Absurdity
Welcome, dear traveler! Step right inside, To a world where nonsense and logic collide. Where up is down and left is right, And facts change hourly—hold on tight!
The Hollow Ones
Their eyes are empty and dried, mirrors reflecting the nothing inside. Their laughter echoes, hollow and thin, as eerie shadows revel within.
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.
my letters from beyond the fire 