We all must cross alone, When we split from meat and bone. For time does wound, And so does space, A precious boon, Thus displaced. We...

Melancholy hung like a black cloud above my head. Depression stared fiercely at me through the haze that spread before me. Despair,...

The world is a stage and the actors knaves; We aim to please and please behave. People are wicked and driven by Hate And everyone alive...

Hecate’s Sisters, the Horrors of Hell Born out of Blisters at the toll of the bell Furies so fatal, inspirers of fear Dread Daughters of...