Ashikaska

The weather on Mercury was hardly ever pleasant -even with the Grineer-manned Corpus magnetic shielding outposts peppering the surface- it was scorching on one side, while the poor, tidally locked messenger god's aft was bone-chilling. The whole thing was supposed to be routine, in and out, like breathing. A few hours prior, the Lotus had sent a comm requesting Squad Fenrir of Clan Sad Flutes be sent to the Lares Outpost, something regarding the reclaimation of a cryopod. Another of our slumbering bretheren. I turned to my fellow squadmates, stretching lazily as I eyed the frames they were about to don. "You missed a spot, Caveman. Your RHI

The Valkyrie will weep, And Odin shall groan, As Fenrir howls, Doom's will is known.

Warm wavering glow, A sip of superficial sauvignon, Woodcut smiles and predatory eyes Air filled with slithering silver lies. The night saunters on, Fireside delight War-games of the heart Thrilling to be torn apart Silken shrouded slayers, We are both but players A duel of quiet consequence, Godspeed to the victor,    rest in peace The wax drips down, Smoke writhing up from the wick. Husks left where life once grew, So much for being candlelit

    Twilight danced along the streets, the sprawling metropolis sighing heavily after the long day, knowing it's torment had only just begun, but not aware of what horrors the night had in store.    I walked along the flesh of the city, the concrete cooling and the air becoming crisp as the night crept up upon the patch of Earth we called home. It was Halloween, and everything was in place for a fun night. A party or two, some candy set out with an absentee note, relying on people's goodness to leave some for the other Trick-or-Treaters.    On my way to the first stop of the night, I turned down a side-street, hoping to save time. There i

Dark, silent night, breathe slow Earthy scents waft from below Blind to the lover's form A kiss from the beast, Golden moon overhead, fleeting Heated passion in supple nocturne Claws drag along flesh, Shivers in the cool air, A dark rendezvous Melodious song rings out, The deed complete Two souls commune and drift into dream

     I woke up in bed, panting heavily with a cold sweat covering my face. I didn't remember the night before, and my room seemed darker, twisted and alien. I walk outside, glancing down the hall, and realize I'm dreaming. Then he shows his horrific visage. That long-bodied, pale-faced menace. I know why, and it sends a shiver down my dream-spine. Tulpa, the word rang out in my dream, like the virulent memetic entity does all through the web and people's minds. I wasn't afraid, exactly, but as I became more lucid and began to recall bits and pieces of the chat with my friends the day before, the distorted form started to blink - I call it thi

s   p      i   r a   l      i   n g Feel the global consciousness crumble. Tumble     Down.          Dark.               Cliffs,                           T               w     d            i    l                                               h                n          h     t     s                                  e         i        w       s       e                       The       shatters      the                            ground         with     impact                                 And all is silence once more.

I was in this dilapidated mansion, with parts of the floor falling out everywhere. There was apparently a dinner party going on, with a conservative estimate of at least five hundred guests, and they didn't appear to notice the state of the mansion, or the fact that some of the timber had crushed some of them. Not killed, just crushed, their forms were writhing and moaning. Not a cry for help, just.. air escaping mixed with pain. I walked among the crowd, though none of them /seemed/ to notice my presence as they stood like statues. As I moved, I could feel their eyes follow me silently. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and then

Breathe in. The world is born. Breathe out. Your heart is the drum     of the Universe. Breathe in. All things wither in time. Breathe out. Every breath is the beginning     and the end. Breathe in. The world ends. Breathe out. Your breath begins     the world anew.

Stagnant,The wind taken out of my sails Demotivated. Sat under a tree and fell asleep for eternity Made myself into the fool, Careless and uninspired. Drained and desperate. A blank slate,     but no chisel to write with. Stuck in a deep rut,     a hopeless melancholy. And. I. Hear. Only. ECHOES,     Echoes,          echoes,               echoes, silence