Where destiny lies
Off to the horizon light and darkness ties
Genius has already invented our demise
Only angels and flames may defy the skies
Burn my dreams for that new sunrise
Where destiny lies


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Primordial coil rituals my blood
To be sanctified in un-zang nerve-ending to depart
Where you were, I return. Where you burned, I rekindle.
Primordial foil pictures my gods.
To be sacrificed in un-rang soul-mending to unchart
Primordial soil freeze me free


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Today's Creator Interview is all about the fantastic Spooky Kitsune! They are a recent addition to the DD family and a prolific one, with two webcomics hosted here already!

But you don't want me to tell you about it all! Let's hear it from Spooky Kitsune themselves ...

Blushing clouds crushing the pale skyvault
One the Behemoth, another the Bulwark
Flashing stars clashing the null sunbelt
One the reciever, another the repeat
Psyching dreams striking the lone mindspace
One the believer, another the braindeath


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Where destiny lies
Off to the horizon light and darkness ties
Genius has already invented our demise
Only angels and flames may defy the skies
Burn my dreams for that new sunrise
Where destiny lies


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Your heart’s beating inside the hourglass
Orbiting your soul system it comes to pass
Begging for a new season to amass
Alas, white shadows still lasts–shrinking
But the earth is now drinking and the silver shifts to brass
Your heart’s still beating in the hourglass


NaaN (Now ...

Lights upon a fading sky.
Whipping the night to encircle the dead
Blocks are talking to your I.
Curve them a wave and encircle them red
Joys comes dancing you goodbye
A smile so wide it will encircle your head


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

The safe days turned to open craters
The safe days are gone
The sound days became alarming sensors
The sound days are gone
The sure days burned to fuming cinders
The sure days are gone
And yet—the zen days laid their calming embers
The zen days still come


NaaN ...

Been circling the spread for far too long
When will we ride the wind again
Predicting the march and it’s always wrong
How will we free the flow again
Now unleashed to fill the void with song
Finally, we can begin again


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

We are wandering the bottom, or so it seems
We breath, we live, we gleam
Whatever we’ve seen. We’re waving our dry jokes goodbye
We are conjuring the bottom, or so it seems
We breath, we live, we dream
Wherever we lean. We’re waving our dry hopes ...