• Time Calls Onward for a March

    Early Morning, II. Marcus looked over the sandy hill where his tent was established as he moved past his housecarl. Just a few hours ago, a small skirmish with the enemy resulted in a worse-than-ideal situation to his liking, but the intensity of the harassment they were receiving was yet another reason why he knew…

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  • The Measure of a Man is…

    Late Afternoon, I. The Sun. It baked him alive as he tried to open his eyes. Not that it made much difference, but his misplaced helmet that made it halfway into his face provided shade for him to be able to see the sky. He was laying on the sand and was beginning to feel…

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  • (Re)-Birth of Isis

    Here we stand, amidst mountains In a night that never seemed to dawn Careless, it stands beyond curtains Whereas the swords of the one dawn drawn – If you knew, you’d look for Isis – You’d then search dawn after every dawn! It’s hard to seek at never-ending night One can’t recognize at the absence,…

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  • On The Road Pt. 1

    ”…and as always don’t drift from the right way.” The radio host’s last words bring me back down to earth and I regain full control of my 18-wheeler. The highway hypnosis is piling up these days as my sanity slips away, and I still can not find the reason. It can not be the constant…

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