Owlsquatch Chronicles


Young and alone, Streets plagued with rats.Offered food and a home,Given shackles and labor. New arms to swing axes,Fresh backs to be painted.Each crack and split,Harvesting dreams and hope. Never an answer,Only the phantasms call.Fear taken root,Blossoming with hate. Born for greatness,Consumed with vengeance.No sacrifice too great,Power reaps reward. No chains left to bind her,New chains forged in chaos.Conflict of mind,Feeding the soil. Courage through power,Temperance in fear,Liberality through punishment,Magnificence as ruler,Pride… Read More