Let's do some dark haiku about my NoiRythmia realm, the Obsequience, shall we? These come out of my Kindle Vella novel which I'm slowly editing for print. You can catch the completed Vella by clicking the link here.
On a forlorn eve
Ebony spires pierce sky
Make the stars bleed white
Five thousand years young
When the Black Castle, Mournfall,
Rose up from the grave
Black, gelatinous
Towers fade into the night
Moaning senselessly
The depths of despair!
The blinding light of sweet hope!
Aye, she tasted all
No season but Dark
No rhyme or reason but Gloom
Thick fog like silk strands
Born on dead Titans
Mournfall, blightest of them all
soft souls saved by Dearth
Unfurl a parchment
Wrinkled as an ancient man
Of lore lost in dust
Thanks for reading! See you next time for more adventures in words and dark corners...
