Stark Reality

Thoughts swirling downward in a spiral of doubt Below the fractured surface, darkness quietly rumbles It waits for the opportune moment to strike, Its serpentine tendrils squeezing around my tender flesh Held in a crushing vice grip, despair infects my mind Every trace of hope slowly trickles out, Scarlet rivulets fading into nothingness

Crimson Goddess

Crimson goddess screams her fury, Scarlet flames flaring from the frigid ground And lapping at the gold washed skyline