Had a short poetry session with the artist behind most of my cover art, thought it was pretty fun…
Me: Cresent light shine upon me
Your way-ford light a reminder,
of times ahead
Your command the essence of my being
Tell me what needs to be done and I shall perform
Oh, crescent light,
Him: Go where you see fit
Until you can’t see no more.
At the edge of the abyss
Where you’ll await my guide.
There we shall converse again and move forward
until that time the journey is sole yours.
Me: You speak of grander things
Chris the Cold
Of a time when the Dark Lord’s madness,
Were planned to unfold
But I have wandered between madness and the abyss
And I see no light and the end of the tunnel
Of guidance through the apocalypse
Don’t fool yourself with glory of a bygone past
We will never talk again
Unless you give up your soul,
As the master planned.