Five of ten, born as the sky split
each wielded power, their fall’s gift.
The Savants came with promises of wisdom,
and lies of safety and guidance.
Tortured were they, money at their backs,
panicked kings and depots frothing at the lips.
Discover, discover, and sell them away,
to bring about a new era against The Fallen.
But the men were slain and the children ran free,
all except for one, sweet but fearful Catherey.
Burned down their prison, did she,
but she perished in the chaos she wrought.
Her four siblings ran, fled into the night,
but the men had successors, and vengeance burned bright.
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my dreams become my nightmares
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I support everything adam parrish does. Even the weird shit like sacrificing himself to a magic forest, scamming people for fake psychic readings even though he is in fact psychic and falling in love with an ancient, sentient horror who is stuck inside the body of an irish-american catholic teenager with a shaved head
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desperately needed to do sth other than reading or staring at screens (thanks uni) so i drew on paper for the first time in years. here's doodles with essences of pynch. plus chainsaw
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