'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