I sit and I stare at a girl named Sinclair with a sight so dull, and a heart just as cold. Her eyeliner was smudged by the imagery she...

Hollow words have given flight to the winds of our distance. They thrust onward the solemn heights of a kite with strings intertwined....

Day piercer, befallen height of the morning sun. Night hunter, your wings span from left to right. With bow in hand, tension the threads...

Like the gazelle, I will spring with joy at sound of your march. I will corral about the greatest of trees. I will harrow your soil of...

O from where have I fallen, if not of the height of a sundering morning? A star's light, eclipsed by the befallen sun. O what have I...