This place, as dark and dreary as it may be, is an empty space that I hope to fill with the clutter of a creative mind. I have no sense of where this might go or how often I might post. This site is gaping maw of the unknown. A place where something small may take root and grow bigger. Seeds are what I will plant here in this digital emptiness. Seeds that in time will push back against the emptiness and unchain the muse so that she may sing again.
I have no idea how you stumbled upon this most peculiar corner of the inter-webs. Was it the cackling chants of ancient crones staring into the abyss of their black and bubbling cauldron? Was it some voice deep in the darkest recesses of your mind that whispers to you every so often to stray from the path? Was it just a misspelled search term in google that brought you here? Perhaps you dreamt of yellow king in the once proud city of Carcossa, and he spoke to you of the tortured muse locked within your soul? Does it matter? For you are here dear friend and that is all that counts.
–Caerus
PS: If you don’t like poetry, you have come to the wrong place.