Renewed Stories

  Prologue A harrowing scream of the wind gusted through the narrow twists and turns of the long winding alleyways of Ashdrift city. Where its tall dark towers loomed over the small haze of light from the streets below, encased by a hazy film of unwanted smog. Behind that still was a void, endless; empty save for the billowing black clouds that rumbled gravely across the land. Occasionally would it be illuminated by the c...

Thoughts that stir deep wanting to scream Words are muffled by the shame of these Heart races to the finish line, poor loser Time goes by, much like a sand clock Dreams of what is to come Yet those visions do not form A taste never savored, not even sipped Hands roam yet do not touch Naive is this desire, one that is gone A sigh so deep it once filled the void Now only empty space remains Voices howl as souls wither Darkn...