The past, like an uttered gasp, Melted into the present's frozen chasm, It comes and goes, it stays and stabs, In black and white painting the gods |
The morrow, like an eerie howl, Dead yet unborn, into the brawl, It baits and strands, it flees and taints, Turning the nightmares into wants |
In now's chasm our trail gets lost, Forever strangled by outlanders' lust, Eclipsed by wants and gods alike, Awaiting for it's saviour's grasp |

by ~elizabeth-caffey
by *FloriandraThe mist is soothing underneath the silver lining, where shadows blend the darkness and the light, and every grain of dust reflects the words in countless colours |
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Without thinking of good or evil, show me your original face before your mother and father were born.
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My best flight sim screenshots here: [link]
My DA photo/fractal gallery: [link]
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"We shall never cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time"
Like me, you seem to have fond memories of Morrowind, and so you might like my Morrowind gallery here:
[link]
There's an Oblivion gallery there too...
When I get better at drawing I hope to produce some proper Morrowind fan art...
Cheers
Krigl
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My best flight sim screenshots here: [link]
My DA photo/fractal gallery: [link]
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My website:
[link]
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