Final Post

New Years Day 2018, fin.

Everything has a course For me this Blog has run it's course. It's time to close the door. I have a few thoughts about why  now i...

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Magic, A creeping abomination.

Magic, creeping abomination.

An oily pool.

Unclean


Magic insinuates itself into everything we do.
Slides into cracks, coats hidden surfaces.
Collects in the low places.
It squirms, Slithers, amoeboid, pseudopodia.



Magic ruined the world.
Stain is everywhere.
Magic left us behind.
Now we hunt Magic.
Stench on our skins.


(How I would have treated Magic in Shards of Thimbral had that ever happened.)