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Art of my fav virus. #art #artwork #digitalart #creepypasta #creepypastafanart #fanart #bedrowned #bendrownedcreepypasta #bendrownedfanart #bendrownedcreepypastafanart #artist #artistofbluesky #doodle #painting
December 1, 2025 at 5:12 AM
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Sonnet for the time after the stars are gone, ending The Xenotext Book 2 by Christian Bök.

#poetry #sonnet
THE ORACLE AT THE END OF TIME Stars, as pale as faint moths, devour the shroud of night - a swath of sackcloth burnt to shreds. Each pearl of flame, crushed down into a cloud of sparks, fades, bedrowned in these oyster beds of ash. Such pinholes of light, trapped in shells of black nacre, flicker - like afterthoughts - then wane, unmapped by dreamless sentinels who haunt the frozen vaults of cosmonauts: tombs for kings in cocoons of gauze and masks of gold; caves for monks in caskets of flint and suits of foil. The dead, enslaved to tasks beyond these graves, leave behind no voiceprint for the spell that, when cast in Hell, might turn our gaze to watch our bygone lovers burn.
June 15, 2025 at 4:00 AM
knucklebones.rip
Sonnet for the time after the stars are gone, ending The Xenotext Book 2 by Christian Bök.

#poetry #sonnet
THE ORACLE AT THE END OF TIME Stars, as pale as faint moths, devour the shroud of night - a swath of sackcloth burnt to shreds. Each pearl of flame, crushed down into a cloud of sparks, fades, bedrowned in these oyster beds of ash. Such pinholes of light, trapped in shells of black nacre, flicker - like afterthoughts - then wane, unmapped by dreamless sentinels who haunt the frozen vaults of cosmonauts: tombs for kings in cocoons of gauze and masks of gold; caves for monks in caskets of flint and suits of foil. The dead, enslaved to tasks beyond these graves, leave behind no voiceprint for the spell that, when cast in Hell, might turn our gaze to watch our bygone lovers burn.
June 15, 2025 at 3:59 AM