The prophecies of the apocalypse lingers in the eyes of the prophet. For brimstone will pollute the earth, While the son of god will turn the other...

The mind of a poet never seems to rest, For it is always questioning it's  own existence.Spending countless night searching for God,And every day looking to...

We dance in the wind,And follow the steps of the desert’s shifting sands.The moonlight caresses our bodies,While ancient spirits invoke our souls.There are mystic sounds...