Hic Sunt Deos

'When the end came upon us, no one noticed at first. No existential threats from beyond our understanding, no vast invading fleets reigning terror on our worlds, no internal struggle or turmoil that brought low our celestial civilization. It was but a blight that we ignored…' https://t.co/o3XHKtDNFR

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 5, 2021

'Buffeting breezes blow billowing banks of clouds across meandering meadows, searching silently for their place.
They wander carefree, caressing the bright blue sky,
Stirring fragrant flowers in a tranquil dance of grace.'#poetry #tuesdaymotivations https://t.co/iGgItyCCeD

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 5, 2021

'The winding stream from the maintain tops took many a turn and many a twist on its way to the sea, seeking the path of least resistance as it found its natural place in this world. As it traveled it was joined by others, coming together as one, ever stronger the older it grew.' https://t.co/IGsNTH83re

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 5, 2021

'Few respected the old rites anymore. Few enough remembered there were old rites to respect, fewer still recalled the rituals, the rhythms, the rhymes, the rattles…. There was so little love for the old, the dying, gods in this modern world. Yet there were the faithful few.' https://t.co/DOTLg2m7Vd

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021

'It was not much of a mountain, as such are measured. There were no snows slept upon its summit, no clouds crowded its crest, no glaciers graced its gullies. It was but a modest mountain, one of many in the remote region. Truly, a lonely place for the end of the world to start.' https://t.co/ezkqTTvM1i

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021

'With every step the pillar grew higher, with every breath, every beat of his heart the dream drew nearer. Here at last was proof of his wildest fantasies, certainty that the old ways still held power after all this time, that doorways to the other world lay buried, sleeping….' https://t.co/mI9u7RKuRs

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021

'This was a fabled land, frequented by sea and by sand, famed for fortunes and the fantastic, ruled by prosperous princes and sacked by scurrilous savages seeking sensational spoils. It was a fabled land, long ago, in ages long lost to legend. Now, no one wandered here, but him.' https://t.co/gA32sCnoh0

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021

'It is only after we exert the effort that we can know what we have achieved, only after we have surmounted the summits and stand upon the precipice of our own ambitions and wildest dreams. We can only spy the peaks if we persevere. We can only glimpse the cloud tops from above.' https://t.co/RxK1924Bys

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021

'Such scenes seem so serene, fertile fields, steady streams, solid shores to build cities made of dreams. Civilizations strive to thrive upon such plains. But then rivers shift, and untold numbers perish in the flood, as their grand cities built upon the banks wash away to sea.' https://t.co/cLHAw2Kxkq

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021

'Life now knows not the monsters of before, but such has life been and such will life be, entirely entranced by the dangers of the day, never thinking, never wondering, why they fear the dark places, why they seek the sun instead of shadows and why the old bones still hold fear.' https://t.co/OsVcetAKgs

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021

'Wherever you wander, for want or wonder, may your will never wain nor whimsy wither, may you walk the world without waiver, your path never astray by day, never afright at night. May light be beside you to guide you. From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn, ever in pursuit of the sun.' https://t.co/YgEDKOlXOy

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 31, 2020

'Behold the standing stones from ancient times of yore, behold the sacred shrines of gods that came before. Beware the standing stones and the spirits they hold, beware the seelie sprites the old tales foretold, for they dance on dark nights to invoke dark rites….' https://t.co/4f5IOJIGWm

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 31, 2020

'Ever the illusive dance of dawn and dusk, ever the hunter and hunted, one chasing the other in eternally entwined embrace. Ever the celestial spectacle, we watch the heavens as darkness seems to chase the light from the sky, yet always it is the shimmer chasing the shadows.' https://t.co/juK4wvEHrR

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 31, 2020

'This was an old path, one that had not seen use in ages. She could tell no one had been here for centuries, for the steps were scabbing over and new, untamed branches spread everywhere. Yet, this had to be the way the old ones spoke of, the way to the fabled forest floor below.' https://t.co/hUxRMHcBRu

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 31, 2020

'When the earth spat forth death and covered the shattered lands with fire and ash, all life was extinguished. The cooling rocks were barren with but smoke arising for ages. But in the fullness of time, the storms came, the snows fell, and the river ran, bringing life once more.' https://t.co/rpBN9qe0mc

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 29, 2020

'They had a bit of everything and everything could be had for the right price. From the most mundane of merchandise to the fabled and forgotten, any particular item could be found for you by the crafty clerks of the archives, for the right price, and if you knew what to ask for.' https://t.co/kqUr0n5lpR

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 29, 2020

'Beware the ancient guardians of the deep, for though their cults faded away long ago, they do not always slumber, nor do they show mercy to any who would be fool enough to trawl their depths and disturb their abodes to prey upon those they shelter.'https://t.co/jgv1QVc2a1

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 29, 2020

'Fearsome, foesome, fiendish and foul, the snub-nosed drake spreads its wings and roars with frightful force, sending all the small to scattering, and putting all else on guard of its formidable figure. At least, it would be so threatening were it more than a handsbreadth tall.' https://t.co/fTqHbaCIGg

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 29, 2020

'Some say they are spirits of the night, some say they convey the souls of sinners, shifting silently between the celestial and this mortal realm, bearing all to their final abode. They also say the owl stalks these spirit sprites, to torment and tear at foulest of their fares.' https://t.co/JjkBEhBVf7

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 28, 2020

'When you see the moon slip into sea, and orange skies fade to grey in fond adieu to day, when the waters shine so bright that they light the darkest night, when foam and fog unite to spread and hide all sight, when wind and wave is all you hear then you'll wish land was near.' https://t.co/YPRRgnEC2O

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 28, 2020

'Every quest has a prize, every journey a destination, every life a purpose, or so they taught us when we were but children. What few taught before we set out into the world was that the prize is ephemeral, the destination is ever elusive, and the purpose is for us to define.' https://t.co/FhvQtMn0HA

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 28, 2020

'There were the quiet moments, the silent seconds between the days, when no sane soul would be about, these were the moments when the world made sense, and all the seeking, all the searching, all the death and despair that composed the rest of time faded and blurred for a while.' https://t.co/URHtaE7C6F

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 28, 2020

'You and me, and every tree rise and fall with age. But you and me, unlike the tree, have but one long stage. When we fall, as must we all, our lives are measured by what we've dost. When all trees lose their leaves they are measured by what they've lost.'#poem #thoughtoftheday https://t.co/TaUDIroHSq

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 23, 2020

'We fear the primal forces, the primitive powers that make or break what binds our beings. While we pray for guidance, for some semblance of sentient spirits to steer our lives and forge our fates, we tremble when an avatar or angel alights before us, weilding life and death.' https://t.co/IsnsQowLzV

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 23, 2020

'The winds were nothing new, the mists swept through the passes every morning, washing the valleys with cold and dew as the sun rose above. No, the winds were not new, but there was a chill fear they carried this morning, and all eyes turned to the shrouded peaks with dread.' https://t.co/19LNgYYPWg

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 23, 2020

'Whether worked from mindless matter by the might of mankind or crafted from chaos by coursing streams of wind and water, there is majesty in the monuments of time, true triumphs over ordinary occurrence, carved from the mundane to mark the fantastic among the familiar.' https://t.co/7LwUq2ZMt7

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 18, 2020

'He had seen many come and go. He was an old troll as he never paid any mind to those who trod overhead as long as they did not damage his bridge and went along their way. The locals did not fear him, for he caused no bother. Though, he grew restless when they sang out of tune.' https://t.co/gRvd8I4nMx

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 18, 2020

'When one first emerges from the safety of the nest and sets out on their own, the excitement of the adventure and the boldness to push beyond all known bounds can make you feel strong, feel invincible. After many years, one no longer feels invincible, though they are stronger.' https://t.co/btr7Fv4gM4

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 18, 2020

'When darkness comes calling and all the world is wailing, we want for a new world and a new life, one filled with joy and kindness and a bright light in the sky. But we do not need a new world for all this to be, it is all about us. For color is to be found even in the shadows.' https://t.co/184SeanPte

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 18, 2020

'Be wary where you wander, they had warned her. Be watchful when you walk the wayward routes, be mindful of the seeking souls, stranded in the stark and dark depths where one should never go. Be wary and do not tarry beyond the border of what you know, lest you know new terrors.' https://t.co/Z7xW1XdCZM

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 17, 2020

'When the sun cannot be seen, and all is red that once was green, when the ash begins to fall, that is a sign to us all, when the fires flare about, how can there be any doubt? Yet in the smoke and in the haze, it is hard to see the end of days.'#poem #ThursdayThoughts https://t.co/228teydi9I

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 17, 2020

'When the world shivers and cracks, all the creatures tremble. When the ground splits and sunders, all life flees or falls. What once was whole lies in twain, barren and bereft. But with time and persistence life finds a way back into the scars, soon to forget there was a wound.' https://t.co/VQQCNLNdaR

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 16, 2020

'Through fiendish and foul forces, with dire disregard for the fate of this world they invoked the elemental energies that bind the boundaries between the here and hereafter, in an attempt to attain power, summoning specters to the site, such as can rend the heavens asunder.' https://t.co/ZprFZtjZSX

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 16, 2020

'One more world that was theirs to exploit, one more world where mankind had triumphed against the void of space. It was now a forge world, where they built their next marvels of engineering. One more dead world to mine until there was no more to be had.'https://t.co/lcvW5K8Hfk

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 16, 2020

'The locals had many strange traditions, many odd beliefs. They said their ancestors are always with them, and any can commune with the departed atop the stones. She laughed at this and went climbing. Now as the spirits surround her and the warmth and light exude, she is afraid.' https://t.co/vT9URWcAyj

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 16, 2020

'No matter the mettle of the metal that manacled the demonic deity, no matter the millennia the ancient atrocity had spent secured in this secret sanctum, still the self-appointed guardians of good trembled in its presence, pondering the potential power.'https://t.co/We0BPEpqUc

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 15, 2020

'In but dreams and distress do we see the potentialities not probable, not possible, but preferable. Myriad mad melodies of mesmerizing mists, cacophonies of color and shimmering shapes, dancing delightfully with what may never be and what never was. Perhaps we are the illusion.' https://t.co/1SZyVT8DGj

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 15, 2020

'They could not be explained, their presence nor their motivation. No one had seen them coming, then suddenly they were everywhere, and were wandering the streets almost randomly. They might be searching for something, hunting, or just rambling. No one knew, but all feared them.' https://t.co/7aL8FskvIP

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 13, 2020

'Of all the gods that have come and gone, none is as enigmatic as the cloud sifter. There are many theories why he probes the perpetual clouds of the high mountain valleys; that he walks with the winds, or tends to the storms, but most suspect he is searching for a lost flock.' https://t.co/S6ZefIh5vW

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 13, 2020

'How far would you go to protect what is yours? How many would you fell, how much would you burn? What limit is there to the evils done in the name of an ideal? Where does it end? Does it end? What favors a man to destroy the world and rule the ashes?'https://t.co/Mbg2iDyG5T

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 13, 2020

'She swore a solemn and sacred oath, one she would silently stand sentinel through the centuries to fulfill, one which she could not, and did not desire to forfeit. Her one true boon companion would not rest alone in this forlorn corner of the world, she would keep them company.' https://t.co/NC1rW8FJTL

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 13, 2020

'What was the purpose of the spire? What was the point of the branching arms and the cables between? None of this was familiar, none of this seemed native to her world. She had come to tame the wilds and find adventure and instead she confronted a mystery, a wonder she knew not.' https://t.co/X36rNGPJL2

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'Shattered seas and storm strewn stones were all that remained of the once indomitable domains of man. Warnings were given and warnings were dismissed in favor of fleeting glory and greed, so when the disaster struck, humans had nowhere to hide when their hubris came to collect.' https://t.co/1366XS5POO

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'Do you dance or do you jive, do you struggle to survive, do you do what must be done, when you cannot cut and run? Do you sing or do you serve, when you falter do you lose your nerve? Do you sing or do you dance, what would you be if you had the chance?'#SaturdayThoughts #poem https://t.co/D7j1doRSax

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'Dappled with dew and soaking in sunlight, the blossoms open with the dawn, beckoning the birds to break their fast and partake of the bounty inside once more. Daily they blindly offer sweet sustenance to their visitors, a reward to those that help them flourish every season.' https://t.co/sxiwe4FLru

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'When we wander are we lost, or are we finding our sense of wonder? Are we in danger from what's strange or learning what me might sunder? When we tarry from the dull and dreary, when we lose the tried and true, are we losing our very nature or are we discovering ourselves anew?' https://t.co/q1rKjH0Lan

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'The spires of fire were something to behold in the light of the day, dotting the mountains and valleys for thousands of miles, the polished white walls never tarnished, never broken. Yet, only when the sun sets did the towers of the ancient gods come alight with eternal flame.' https://t.co/1cmZ2H9TEC

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'When life ends, and is no more, for giants as for any other. When life ends and that which was once strong and vibrant comes to rest and decays, new life arises to fill the void, as has always been and always will be. Even upon the remains of the dead, new life springs forth.' https://t.co/SYAv6V8lsK

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

"If we do things this way, we will prosper, if we do them your way, we will die."
"Well, maybe… but we all die. Eventually."
"Ah yes, we all die, eventually, but eventually does not have to be today, and wouldn't you rather prosper before the end?"
"Only if it's fun!" https://t.co/OV2kgolOD3

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'Oh for a good read to draw us in and drown us in elaborate environments and exiting exposition, weaving a whimsical tale of torrid and temperamental tribulations and triumphs, of compelling characters striving and subduing all adversities to arise and of conclusions to cherish.' https://t.co/yQOuCsZtvT

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'When the end of the world came, none knew the moment. A brief flash of light and heat and then no more but chaos and dust for centuries. The product of epochs of evolution snuffed out in less than a second. Life would return to the dustball, but not for many megaannum to come.' https://t.co/cSrMutZtrx

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'Stay close and move slowly. The survivors who swore this shibboleth stood a fair chance to see another sunrise, and many more beyond. The invasion had been swift, and brutal, but it had not been total. Their foes struck only at those who moved swiftly.'https://t.co/pKA7MlOFgf

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'Some see the cities of the older species as mighty and inspirational. Others have long grown weary of measuring their progress by those who failed to survive. Yet, unknown to all, the makers of these tall towers still sleep deep within secret chambers…'https://t.co/nCSc0G6Fu1

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'Long had it stood there, impossible to the eye and to any reasonable mind, burning with the fires of heaven here upon the vast battlefield of ancient powers no longer seen or felt upon the world. This was the one true proof of gods, but of gods whose names are now forgotten.' https://t.co/6cZsohG6dg

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'Oh amber light of dawn, many think you magic, many think you god. Many worship at your breaking and sadden when you are gone, basking in your splendor and the heat and light it brings, for none live without you, your fires fuel our world and all who live within and without.' https://t.co/yFNzPJxbP8

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 10, 2020

'The future always looks bright for those that can turn their eyes to the sky and bask in the light of the stars at night. Outward is always an option for those with no one above them. But not all have such a promising future. For vertical expansion does not always move upward.' https://t.co/WzETuMq49d

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 10, 2020

Myriad man-hours by countless hands had lead to this moment, this pivotal moment in their species history when one man would cross the threshold into another realm, a distant galaxy beyond the scope of any who have stared into the heavens. It was glorious. https://t.co/5fsWKSfgz3

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 10, 2020

'All who know the flayed man's true origin are dead or mad. Of the many immortal abominations that walk the world and strike fear into even the bravest heart, sending any rational mind adrift, he should be the most feared of all. For his true name should be the Self-Flayed Man.' https://t.co/EobYdGALmm

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 10, 2020

'They no longer served their makers. Mankind feared the automata they created, cursing them for a betrayal that never was. No, the knights never failed in their mission nor flagged in their vigilance. Mighty and steadfast the Knights of Life serve as protectors for all who live.' https://t.co/u1peYJVW3Y

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 10, 2020

'None give the madman much truck when he says to pray to the duck whenever one gets weary or stuck. He swears it is a god of good luck, there to help when all is suck, when ill fortune is run amok, but everyone calls the madman a schmuck, as the duck of luck does not give a…' https://t.co/57V2SXnMn1

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 9, 2020

'The common folk misunderstood the night dragon, thinking it a herald of darkness and bringer of storms, and they always crossed themselves to ward off evil when it swam through their skies. But the dragon chased the sun to flee the night and the dark clouds of storms.' https://t.co/W4Dm2186io

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 9, 2020

'She watched the starfall with tears in her eyes. She watched dreams fall from the heavens, burn brighter than the rest for a brief moment, then vanish in silence. These were but a mere handful of the infinite stars in the night sky, but each fallen dream was lost forevermore.' https://t.co/Q6W3xZ865Y

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 9, 2020

'Even in an age of adventure, in interesting times of trouble or tribulation, there are those hidden away places of placid peoples where news is an infrequent, and often delinquent visitor, and the woes of the world at large can wait another day or another year to arrive.' https://t.co/pqccvqBR3D

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 8, 2020

'With the advent of a new horizon of discovery, the feats of yesterday fade, with the advance of the ages, the past falls into disrepair. Yet, even as we forge new fires and take to the skies, still we pale next to nature, existing at its mercy and covering before its fury.' https://t.co/KK8H3NZURT

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 8, 2020

'She adored each and every flower, each and every blossom that bloomed, every petal that promised sweet succor to the busy birds and bees that flitted through the forest. She sighed at the sweet scents suffusing the surrounding paths where she played. Each flower was a friend.' https://t.co/5lBFYmBdg7

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 8, 2020