Warmth
A baby rests his sweaty head against my rising chest. His gentle snoring melts all dread, the bass that leads …
A baby rests his sweaty head against my rising chest. His gentle snoring melts all dread, the bass that leads …
Two candles in the dark Skim the surface Where light fills the shadows And dark things chortle, Awaiting bastions of …
Komorkis wakes and moves across the land, ensnaring shadows left in fields and streams. Another day is running out …
