Burial Moon

Her eyes are as black as the night sky, and her children are as pale as moonlight

The witch is dead. The nightingale sings while the raven is mourning

Stars reflect the light of dead stars

Darkness shines through the mausoleum, throwing shadows on the unmarked grave

A Vortex Into A Void

The Snake Became A Noose

Infernal Distances

None Spoke

The Wind Is Eating Me From Inside

Canyon Dweller