Archive for the ‘The Dark Verse’ Category

TDV 109: Moongore

July 26th, 2017 by Sharkchild

Close your eyes and listen to my voice.

“Seep into darkness. Let body drift away. Let thought ease into solemnity. Feel your life force hum. Feel your essence radiate and transcend boundary. Feel those powers of will enable the travelling of spirit.

“Now, look anew, but not with your physical eyes; open the cosmic eye inside you and look over distances greater than numbering universes and their expanding boundaries. Look beyond the knowable and make what is secret, yours.

“There are fourteen moons we seek and fourteen of you. Each of you will discover one of these moons. You will visualize and study it in your wanderings. You will feel its rotation and its atmosphere and its character. You will take its terrain in your hands and let it crumble between your fingers. You will see its skies and know its planet. Its essence will fully be known to you, and, with practice—and purpose—you and it will become one.”


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TDV 108: The Sermon Of The Shadow In Darkness

June 17th, 2017 by Sharkchild

I have seen the Shadow in Darkness—a shadow within pitch blackness. Where darkness ends and a truer black begins—a corrosion of color and a void of anti-creation. An obliterator of sight. An obliterator of mind.

I have felt the Shadow in Darkness—a shadow cast not by the inhibition of light, but from the suffocating of space. A presence not of matter, but of spirit, existing in form and shifting away that which should be. A distortion of time. A distortion of place. A slaying of comfort and of courage and of wholesomeness.

I have succumbed to the Shadow in Darkness—a shadow that provokes its will without persuasion or strength. An omniscient knife that cuts through the immaterial apart from doctrine or creed. What it touches, nevermore the same.


TDV 107: The Celestial Mover

May 25th, 2017 by Sharkchild

The roll down door of my storage unit hit the ground with a thud. I slid the bolt, inserted the cylinder lock, twisted, and pulled out the key. On the other side, ten by fifteen feet of junk—not quite insignificant enough to give away, but not nearly practical enough to have around—lay gratifyingly stowed away out of my sight and, more importantly, out of my mind.

I walked with one of the loaner flatbed dollies down a walkway towards the elevator. Soothing wave music softly played over the sound system. Long, empty halls, dozens of secured storage units, a diverse assortment of different colored and styled locks, and eerie quietude—like the tucked away corners of an expansive library, this personal storage facility evoked a dense air of wonder.


TDV 106: Apathindying

April 21st, 2017 by Sharkchild

In the pit of night, in a barren land, beneath and within leafless oaks and upon untrodden soils, a gathering of vagabond Magic Bleeders shared in their woes around the warmth of communal flames. Distant battles painted the sky with colorful sparkles and bursts of glimmering energy that cut through the fissures of the branches.

Amongst those assembled, a bearded old man detached his hands at the wrists and floated them to a location within the top of the bonfire where the flames lapped up and kissed their bases. The hands burned and while they did they proceeded to cast out a riveting melody with the cracking of knuckles. Each finger popped different notes with its joints, collectively achieving a composition that uplifted the somber congregation. The tone of the music changed and enriched as the flesh shriveled.


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TDV 105: The Supplicants Of Pain

April 2nd, 2017 by Sharkchild

In memory, what I saw felt only as a dream—a picture so surreal that only the wild and deviant subconscious should have been able to conjure such a display. I doubted many of the account’s details over time as knowledge and experience established a clear border between reality and fantasy. Even with the event elaborated upon the permanence of paper, a goblin of the mind worked to discredit its authenticity. But, when I saw my sister—when I saw her work and show the power of her tainted existence—the foreboding truth of this remembrance always struck forth.

I was four years old and playing alongside my sister in the bedroom we shared. She was one year older than I and was occupied by amusements apart from my own. Before me, an array of fantastical figurines were sprawled amidst a battle at the foot of a wooden block tower. I placed a ghost figurine at the pinnacle of the makeshift structure—an overlord preparing to weigh in upon the struggle with its mighty magic. I remember staring into its wide, black eyes when the pounding cadence began. I knew the sound; it was the rattle of our bedroom’s sliding, mirrored closet door.


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