A whisper on the wind, a gentle tune,Called to me beneath the morning moon.Sweet song from feathers, three in flight,Guiding me through the fading light.They weave a path from branch to sky,To a place my spirit yearns to fly. In […]
I remember the fall. Not a stumble, but a soft, dizzying descent, a turning upside down that felt utterly right. One moment, the world was solid beneath my feet, the next, it was stretching out above me, a vast, inverted
From the first light, her day was a tapestry woven with expectation and effort. A gentle smile for every request, a soft “yes” for every need. She poured herself into tasks, serving, smoothing edges, anticipating desires unspoken. Each word of
It’s a whisper on the wind, a sudden bloom in the mind. I wonder, what is that perfect state? Is it born of an environment, a certain light falling on ancient stone, the scent of the sea carrying whispers of
A breath, held still—the moment before the world divides.Behind me, the hush of all I have been,the weight of paths already walked.Ahead, the vast unwritten—branches threading into air,a thousand futures,a thousand selves. Time lingers here,in this hush of almost.Antlers of
I. The Crown The princess was born beneath a sky that flared with comet-light, as though the heavens themselves marked her arrival. On that same night, the crown appeared. It was not crafted by hand, nor gifted by kings—it grew,
Alice had not always carried the nest.Once, she had been wild. Barefoot in the grass, mud streaked on her shins, running after chickens of every color—amber, violet, soot-black, and feathered gold. They were her companions, her kingdom. She knew their
She was forever young, in her mind, at that time.Forever young she felt confident and bold.The flight of hope and chance ever ready perched on her elegant horn. Flowers in her hair seemed to mimic her vibrancy, imbued with her
Beauty is a siren who sings loudest at night,shining brighter than stars, her long flowing hair.In my heart, an ember flickers to light,her crimson locks dazzle and ensnare. Too quickly I fall into the dizzying trance,I move toward her, my
The Cosmic Fray is a universe of artwork created by Damian Smith — with each image brought to life with an accompanying story, poem or ramble. Explore the many worlds, meet the characters, and carry a piece of the story
