DeicideThe Sun explodes in a scarlet SkyCremating the world with it's awful lightPeople shout to heaven as they dieBut no one's there to hear their plightSome will wonder, how this came to be,The Earth incinerated in it’s own heatAnd though the masses fell and bent the kneeThe ground still imploded beneath their feetShould have said a prayer to entropy,and face the existential dread,Realized that time is the true enemy,and sooner or later we'll all be deadPerhaps God will not forget his ownOr at least they will not die alone.
A Wizard for a Dowery PrologueA Wizard for a Dowery: Prologue It is evident in the indelible histories of man that human beings are principally creatures of dynamism and invention, creatures of transience and adaptability. To say it in another way the only thing for sure is that nothing is for sure. It was one thousand years ago, in the time of the Ascension, that he who history would come to know as the One Mighty And Strong split open the skies and ascended to heaven. Where, it is said, he reordered the stars and changed the fundamental nature of the Universe. Thus began the era of miracles which even a millennium later still defines our world. An era which brought forth the Elementals kings, the beastkin, and the legendary giants of Syrephon Deep. However as if in response to nature's reassertion of its ancient divine powers mankind rose above the world and gravitated into space. A gap grew between common folk who were bound to the land and