The “Place”
“Tales and scriptures don’t begin with empty minds. In this story, each broken piece is a reward for those who look close enough.”
The marshes of black untextured soil with blue winds slowly floating around. Creatures so far from reality- look distorted in a mirror ten times over.
Only some of these anciently horrid foul Things come out with a name. This blue winded visual disbelieving place is not on a map nor a graph but far below reality twisted and bent almost blackhole-ish.
People have never seen or heard- this far beyond faded place because its name doesn't have a place.
Time ticks only when the greedy pay it, these creatures betrothed endless timeless vision horrid wretches and Wraiths.
Emotion, feeling, sounds, touch never caught the swamp trees the water all still never touched, heard or watered.
Qued, bought, mailed- this is the human language.
Disgusted is all the named feel but He who has One Name—… Akal
This Being or Wraith as many call this wicked leech of a creature.
This place which shouldn't even be called “place” because reality shows it never was?
Many human scripts have imperfection- it's hard to deny the spoken lies of “place” which these truths came from…
They wanted it oiled, new, refurbished, branded yet it slipped away like a conversation before silence.
Having corners of a world undone, unmarked, ungutted is what makes most like war and death- this death brings those corners closer and darker to a light hood of creation of its own.
War brings Things to the minds of the strongest of Empires.
Those crowned know of the Pyramid of Time and its place on the war table.
“You may read these phrases-“
“remember- rewarded you will be.”
Triangle is a pyramid.
Triangle is a food chain.
Time is the tip of both shapes.
This is Time of Dark arts and cults of gods that are yet unnamed- never written.
Some Wraiths love to tangle with human activities.
Sadly Akals story is about all the human events that he won!
“Tales and scriptures don’t begin with empty minds. In this story, each broken piece is a reward for those who look close enough.”
The marshes of black untextured soil with blue winds slowly floating around. Creatures so far from reality- look distorted in a mirror ten times over.
Only some of these anciently horrid foul Things come out with a name. This blue winded visual disbelieving place is not on a map nor a graph but far below reality twisted and bent almost blackhole-ish.
People have never seen or heard- this far beyond faded place because its name doesn't have a place.
Time ticks only when the greedy pay it, these creatures betrothed endless timeless vision horrid wretches and Wraiths.
Emotion, feeling, sounds, touch never caught the swamp trees the water all still never touched, heard or watered.
Qued, bought, mailed- this is the human language.
Disgusted is all the named feel but He who has One Name—… Akal
This Being or Wraith as many call this wicked leech of a creature.
This place which shouldn't even be called “place” because reality shows it never was?
Many human scripts have imperfection- it's hard to deny the spoken lies of “place” which these truths came from…
They wanted it oiled, new, refurbished, branded yet it slipped away like a conversation before silence.
Having corners of a world undone, unmarked, ungutted is what makes most like war and death- this death brings those corners closer and darker to a light hood of creation of its own.
War brings Things to the minds of the strongest of Empires.
Those crowned know of the Pyramid of Time and its place on the war table.
“You may read these phrases-“
“remember- rewarded you will be.”
Triangle is a pyramid.
Triangle is a food chain.
Time is the tip of both shapes.
This is Time of Dark arts and cults of gods that are yet unnamed- never written.
Some Wraiths love to tangle with human activities.
Sadly Akals story is about all the human events that he won!