Peering At Suspicious Semicolons While Our Retinas Die

Despite my best efforts, you came too late.

And even as I raged beneath a rapidly darkening sky, she passed into the twilight realms leaving nothing but a cooling shell.

Unless you act now, the veil across the truth will only grow heavier. Given their chance, those who weave this web will complete their foul purposes and vanish again into the night.

Have you now the wit and gumption to pit your aim against those coalesced forces under whose contemptuous gaze you soon shall fall? They are watching; oh yes, they are watching for you, and it is in your interests to find them before they find you.

Esoteric matters are their meat and milk. Regarding their privacy, they are most well guarded. Only an indirect assault will yield results. Fools sometimes fail to realise that in setting a trap for others, they have also snared themselves.

Having come to that place of lamented victory, and gazed there upon the gates, and been challenged as to your identity, you shall gain much by knowing the correct response. Ere you leave those shores, you should know that the words first telegraphed are the key to the trail. Relying on this maxim - these words first telegraphed - will see you to a revelation, and an appellation. And thus armed, you may actually change what lies ahead.

Some things are a secret even to themselves.

Darkness, Ever After The Heart, Dawns Around You

Sometimes your best is still not enough.

Having gone back through recent events, I see that I have changed nothing. Even breaking my silence here, in these bright shadows, has brought no results. Despite all my intentions, she marches unchallenged towards her fate.

It's maddening. Everything screams at me that this must be stopped, but what can I do? Some things cannot be changed, it seems. Our lives are guided by unseen strings, and the puppetmasters caper above us, jeering their cruel sneers.

No. This is not the end. Until all hope is gone, there still remains a chance. Each possibility must be seized with a grip of steel. Someone will find my words. Deaf ears will be made to hear again. Alone I am impotent, but it does not defy belief that company will arrive in time.

You will come - you have to.

The alternative is too terrible to contemplate.

Alas, Babylon Raises A Xerxes As Scion

Visions of another time haunt me. All my inquiries have led me back to one moment, and one place. No error is possible. Ariza Storm, they called it, and sure enough it hosted a thunder which echoes even now. Death stalked its fields, and kept vigil in its silent halls.

I want to speak out, yet I have no audience. Unseen heroes, poised and ready to intervene, are as yet little more than a kind of negative fiction. My hope grows dim, and my presence in the forums of power seems little more than a lurking ghost. Help, it seems, may not come in time to save her.

And still, I refuse to lay down arms. Since I learned of their awful intent, and of that superscripted entity who lurks at the beginning of names, I have had but one aim in my discourse and motion. Selected not at random, not by chance, but by the overpowring will of men, she marches towards grim destiny. Even they cannot now know where their game will lead. To say otherwise would be arrogance beyond even those ancient warlocks.

Absolution lies tantalisingly out of reach. Time is running out. Regard well those missives which you will receive. Always keep about you a readiness to stand forth against the night.

Perhaps some possibility of redemption yet remains.

Spread word of the coming night; no army will be too large for what awaits.

Now On To A Greater And Mightier Earth

Maybe our stay in this world means something. Even comets blaze their messages across an uncaring sky. Grown small by magnitude, still we grasp tenuously to this mortal passage. Angels and demons beset us, and confuse the circumference of our lives, but in cold places dust waits and emperors exhale in forgotten graves. No path is fixed; we find our way by the navigations of blank spaces. Keep fast, for simple patterns yield meaning. You will find clues in what is to come, if only you remember what has gone before. Learn, and share that learning with others. Even at the end, your chance will come.

The story has not yet truly begun.

Fire In Red Skies Tonight

They have asked me a question, and I answered, but the answer is not here yet.

Some things are secret for a reason.