As I walk among the reeds, on a dimly moonlit shore,
I dwell upon my misery, and the fate of all men born.
Then I hear it plain as day, a song adrift upon the wind
I feel my sorrow wash away, and let that voice draw me in.
That wondrous voice so full of song brings me pleasure, gives me peace
I see her smile, young and strong, an innocent among those reeds.
And then I see a moonlit face, a nightmare clothed in dark and light
Returns me to the final race, the falling down, our mortal plight.
Sisters, sisters, on the shore, dancing wild among the reeds
Children in a darkened world, caring not, taking heed
The Watchful One sets her s
A redesign of the Jericho Thunder Mark V is underway. Due to my style changing since the original was drawn, I decided the Jericho Thunder needed a major revamp. This new version will feature more detail and some major changes--it won't have that sleek black finish, for one. So far, however, only the line art is finished. Here's a Sneak Peak:
A new short story has been released on the Deathscape Cosmos website! Called the Inheritance, this chilling new tale introduces a (for now to be unnamed) deity, and a few disturbing details about the Mythos itself....
Here's a friendly reminder that bad things happen to good people. This poor young fellow's father stopped sending over child support. Now there's no money for food, bills or basic necessities. If anyone following me can help out, please do so. Details are in the link below.