00Bones

The Earth stilled in flames fueled by blood It's screaming lungs had grown weary and with a desperate, rasping breath the Call was sounded Beneath the unblinking white eye the burial ground was split The headstones shifted and the doors of the tomb cracked open From dusty slabs, they rose in tattered regalia and moth-eaten shrouds Beneath bone without flesh, the grass was trod as they gathered before the gate The tenants of the Mausoleum stood fell in line and in chilling rhythm marched away into the night Veiled in mist they stole upon the sleeping foe As the Legion silently raised their blades the watching wolves fled back to their dens

-A Recurring Dream- DAY 1    I stood at the center of a perfect circle sandbar in the middle of an endless crystal sea.  The air was absolutely still, the water perfectly calm—motionless, even. My sandbar was barely large enough for me to stand on.  I gazed out into the quiet blue, unable to tell where the sky ended and the sea began. DAY 2    The island was only slightly bigger this time. I could at least stand with my feet apart.  Again, I found myself staring at where I thought the horizon should be. DAY 3    With the island having expanded again, I was now able to sit down.  I looked down at the slope of the sand that disap