So... yeah. There's a basic framework here, a fleeting glimpse at whatever concept it was that inspired me, but it's rough-hewn and full of broken edges. I hope that some day I'll get around to refining it, but that day is undoubtedly far in the future.
Rather than reading my words I strongly suggest that you go look at the new art that
For those of you who are masochistic, the rambling words are below.
Oh lamentable soul
Long lost on your river of pride
Who will carry you back to us
When at last the stream goes dry
As you walk the road alone
What will give you shelter in the storm
Only a thin memory to protect you
A carnival of terrors in the night born
Lost, lamentable soul
Lured by voices whispering far away
Wandering mazes of dusty friendship
Shown barren by the breaking day
Can you see what hubris has wrought
The hall pillars by pain rent asunder
All that you have these last years built
Stripped free of the vestiges of wonder
Lost, lamentable soul
Retreating deep within your hold
Seeking comfort from poisoned murmurs
At what cost to you is safety sold
Searching ruin for hidden meaning
Do you spy the shadow cast
The nagging sense of things undone
And decisions regretted from the past
Lost, lamentable soul
Do you ever find how hard you seek
Awash amidst hardship, anger, pain
It calls to you, that ancient peak