The Tempter’s Gift

The Tempter’s Gift by Jonas Hyde My soul is trapped in this darkness alone, claimed merely a breath ‘pon being due. The night mare led the carriage of my damnation, long ‘fore my nous could prepare, offering no chance for my ain redemption. Eternal pain I bear, the skin of … Continue reading

Night Mare

Night Mare by Jonas Hyde Twilight steed, with hooves of passion and fear, she pulls the carriage of my dreams, into the imprisoning field of torment and denial. Stallion of my eve, she ne’er comes ‘pon my whistle, instead timing her gait for when my soul is weary, shrouded in … Continue reading