Welcome To Your Dreams (continues)

Welcome To Your Dreams (continues)

A gruff, mountain of a man stood guard at the door. He easily stretched beyond 6 feet tall and had a musculature commonly associated with men used to safe guarding others. The mane of thick dreads, that framed his deeply scarred face, hung down passed his shoulders. He looked up at my approach and a flicker of recognition danced across his face; an enormous smile creased his face from ear to ear. "I was wondering if you would come out this evening. Lord Blaze misses you deeply." "It couldn't be helped I am afraid. There were delays. How have you been, Titan?" "Still alive, which is more than I can say for the idiot that gave me these", with a great smirk he gestured to the fire red scars that crisscrossed his exposed arms and face. "They will heal friend, eventually."

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

World Weary Traveler...

You behave this way because you want to control me. It would seem you have forgotten that I can bleed too. Even my patience is not infinite. I cannot be controlled. I will not let you bleed me dry. Keep pushing and you will find that the blood being spilled is your own.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Welcome To Your Dreams

I could hear the music long before I saw the club. It was a haunting, unearthly melody that guided me to its source. The hidden places were summoning me again. It was a siren’s call and I was perhaps to happy, to eager to answer.

I approched an unimpressive two-story dive bar. The building appeared plain and nondescript to the uninitiated. However, all the symbology was there for anyone who knew how to look; fortunately for me I new what to look for. This place was a true haven perhaps one of the few remaining ones. A gathering place for those entities that preferred anonymity. Despite popular opinion all the things that go bump in the night were still in existence; many of them had gathered here. One of the few places they could exist overtly. The world had changed greatly since the advent of the advanced sciences propelled mankind to prominence.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Conversations With Myself...

You completely misunderstand who, what, and why I am. Then have the sheer audacity to assume your misunderstanding to be the truth of me.

The arrogance! What makes your limited capacity to comprehend me overshadow the glaring truth of who I know I am.

You deceived yourself and would seek my complicity in your delusion. I will NOT erase myself so that you can impose your lies on the space that remains.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

What I felt was not love. It was raw, unbridled, naked lust! And in that moment it did not matter. The truth of that instant was visceral. Then as quickly as it had begun the dance was ended. I had danced like that once. But now my body was slow to respond. My mind reached through confusion and ether to just barely make the necessary connections. This must be what dying is like. And yet in death I am exhilarated. I still have some great dances left in me, but not as many as there once was. Still, I dance...

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

A Descent Into Madness...

I am hounded by demons and devils that wear the faces of those I love...

The covenant is shattered!

The protagonist and the antagonist are one in the same. A God eternally battling it's own reflection. The reflection eternally battling it's own shadow!

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr