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 my sin. Can one...
Renaissance by Jonas Hyde
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Evening Star
Evening Star by Jonas Hyde By quill and ink I pen these words, understanding not what forged such fires. I gaze upon the darkened sky, and regard a Star in shadowed veil. Her sparkle and verve enrapture my breath, pulling my nous from the gravity of mire. Her light glistens strong, closing the distance...
