We are a sanctuary for dark poets and their poetry. These pages are made for a darker muse, a shadow that devours but remains beautiful.
The temperature is rising, melting the snow that covers the now green sprouting terrian. One pack remains stable in the bustling city of New York.
Falling Ashes After years, the humans have left the earth in ruins, and the natural world is struggling to reclaim what is left. Cities are being overgrown and the remains of civilization