Clattering chains of HellMidKnight Chain PoemTitle: Clattering chains of Hell.Vengeance sings upon the chains that clatter . . .Righteousness reeks upon the weak they shelter . . .Judgment falls upon the lost they find . . .Madness creeps upon the savior's mind . . .Retribution flows upon the guilty they devour . . .Atonement fades upon his soul that grows ever sour . . .
COTLOP Lost and abandoned on the dark lonely roadChronicles of the Lord of PowerLost and abandoned on the dark lonely road of the stars.Part OneOff in the hazy emptiness beyond time and space, rows of two chairs, a table, and random chess games are at play. Amongst the endless table and chairs, two old humanoid figures sit. One is mostly white and gray, faded and battered by time, his face old wise and sorrowful, his figure thin and tall. Napping in his chair he lays to one side with a bit of drool running down his chin. By his hand on the table is a black bowl with straight white lines for stripes. On the other side of the table was a dark, strong figure of an old, harsh man stalking things in violent dreams. Frothy foam peeks its head just beyond the dark one's sharp teeth, the figure writhing in his slumber from time to time. He is dressed in dark tattered robes that vine out in the air, along the ground, and on the table, but never upon the chess board. His bowl is white with dark lines that zigzag.The chess board is mostly b