Newfound Apocalypse

Once upon an ancient age Our own forebearers set a stage And with their fall a searing rage Eternal wrath and war would rage So eons passed and as they will The stories faded further still Until the day our greed to fill Their memories we deigned to kill A blast, a scream, a searing …

The Hollowed Void

Just a small thing I wrote up and wanted to share: In the days of the 5th age, the Void Lord Vant, born of hatred of all that existed and the raw primal pain that the Void Without felt to all that war, flooded the realms of the living. In his way stood the last …