Storm

De lakenkreukels zijn hoge droomzeegolven Red de drenkeling

Creation

Words are createdas humansby unionAtop a feelingA thought ridesWhen it collapsesthe words come

Epic

The noise goes off inside my dreamsand opening upThe light falls in beamson my faceI’m alive The cold floor waterrunning down my sorrowmelancholicSmileAnd His Voice takes me backto when days were darkerand nights electric(The light alive with eternal life)So it...

Deprivation

Spoken like a true lunaticHe welcomed the dayThat fear left him completelyand made way for laughter andlustA life of whichHe’d been so long deprived
A synth sci-fi short story

A synth sci-fi short story

Rainy Saturday afternoon. There are strange signals being received… The Desmodus Versio is still in self-oscillation since last transmission… The ancient signal it emits gets routed through Rainmaker’s pathways. Both Rainmaker and Desmodus receive...