Found Files

Every so often I open my word processor, or a draft in my email program, and jot down the never ending (sometimes random) torrent of words that cascade out of my brain. It clears out the clutter. ¬†Every so often I run across these files months, sometimes even years, later only to discover what I’ve written is either fitting or profound in some way.

Here is one of those “found files” from August of last year with what appears to be a poem. I found it rather fitting for this gray, rainy day.

There is a cold death in my soul, yearning black embers, seeking immortality, laughing in love, bleeding in light. Carry on the wings of death, embrace me, staring into the folds of a dark abyss, screaming hell fire. Delights in release. There is cold and nothing but stone. Surrender now and suffer no more.

About Steph

Steph is a prolific writer and bestselling author of thrilling erotic romances, occult thrillers, and books about the esoteric and Daemonolatry. She also dabbles in romantic and fantasy fiction. A Daemonolatress and forever a resident of Smelt Isle, she is happily married and cat-mom to three pampered house cats. Her muse is a demanding sadistic Dom who often keeps her up into the wee hours of the morning. You can contact her at swordarkeereon@gmail.com

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