Death and Beyond

There are common misconceptions about what happens when we die – that we are carried out of our broken vessel by angels and ferried off to the heavens, that those evil amongst us as cast into a chasm where they burn forever in the fiery depths of Punishment. There are tales that when we die, we are born again either in this world or another, or that we are sent to a different plane of existence to live among other beings in a stranger place with stranger laws. This is not all necessarily true. Continue reading “Death and Beyond”



Though I scorn all that the man on his knees before me represents – cowardice, weakness, dishonor, deceit and betrayal – I find that I avert my hateful glare for but a moment, remembering what I had once become; that I had once been the same. However, the past was the past and I must attend to the future. The sword in my hand glistened and gleamed in a righteous fury that matched my own as I ceremoniously raised it above my head, no quiver or hesitation as my intent was unwavering steel, the spiritual form of my blade. Continue reading “Cleansation”

Chain of Torture

Weakness is a sin.

Tighter still, the noose was made. Continue reading “Chain of Torture”


My Curse

The habits of old are not so easily disposed of. Even now, though I try with all my will to restrain myself, the dark hand lashes out, snuffing another soul as easily as one might blow out a candle or take breath. The man, aged about 73 years, let his cane from his grasp, allowing the worthless wooden stick to fall with a great clatter. Continue reading “My Curse”



A mellifluous flow, felt by all yet rendered unseen; for it is perceived not by senses physical but something deeper – emotion. As though all pieces have fit into place, or each stroke of the brush in accordance with the last, to create an overall existence so beautifully in sync; such is harmony, and thus peace. Continue reading “Harmony”