the rains coming down. coming down in sheets.
the last light of the village fades away.
ahead lies the plain, and nothing more.
there’s no horizon now. sank into night black.
noises abound. roars, mewls and cries from a netherworld.
titanic beings roam freely, scraping the heavens edge.
the clouds waver slightly, the star rivers still flow.
covered only by the guise of anonymity, i walk onwards.


another poem. yay. or not. depends if you like them.

and as always, the music i listened to as i typed this:

uploaded by Mugi Snax

北斗の拳/hokuto no ken/fist of the north star is so damn good.