is this me this voice these words that lead somewhere to a place where everything makes sense where peace exists where we find god in the world all around us an

is this me this voice these words that lead somewhere to a place where everything makes sense where peace exists where we find god in the world all around us an

Rage, shake your fist and shout at the devil! The struggle to survive continues amid the horrors of an undead world! In this fourth installment in the Dead Tide

Drifting With The Clouds Gentle as a rose petal A confection of the sublime A solace for the soul A poultice for an unquiet mind Music that echoes Poignant soli

As the tide goes out The lambent moon A nimbus of light through An opaque bank of cloud To a symphony of night Reflected in a shroud Of water stretching to the