Frowns the darkling sky in an endlessly gloomy time Gathered by the sinister will; one would not proceed far With the journey written in the secret pages of an illusionist Who inks those prophecies with ink from the abyss Taken from the uncanny spirits- distilled by infernal power Those visions reflected on the delusional world Consuming time and patience of an Earthly benevolence ~Amitav Continue reading How They Happen