A colorful, abstract painting featuring layered triangular patterns with a predominantly black center, symbolizing the hidden aspects of the House of the Shadow.
In the hush before the hunt, in the footfall that leaves no mark, we walk.
The moon has a twin, silver-veiled and silent it hides behind us.
We are not nameless, only forgotten on purpose.
You will not see us coming. You will not hear our blades. But when danger slips through cracks, we are the cracks.
Call us spies, ghosts, watchers but never enemies.
We are the House of the Shadow. And we see what others won’t.
Abstract artwork featuring concentric triangular patterns in vibrant colors, symbolizing layers of shadow and mystery.
and fire for breath, He walks between day and the deepening night, A child of healing, a whisper of death.
They called him cursed, they called him flame, Yet none could deny the spark in his palm. He bore no weapon, he sought no fame But the winds bent low to kiss his calm.
When Drax lay broken, minds turned black, Taranis reached, and thunder wept. The fever fled, the soul came back And the child collapsed, as the forest slept.
Now they watch him with fearful eyes, This babe who speaks in ancient tongue.
Yet storms do not ask if the fire should rise… They rise because the world’s begun.
Colorful thank you note encouraging readers to like and subscribe, featuring a sunny landscape.