Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts, to the various talented artists who illuminate our characters, our stories, and the world of the Latter Earth.
You are our inspiration.
By Jonathan Maxwell
From rivers of sleep, the shaman creeped into the divide.
Carving hope with a flashing light rope and a beast to ride.
Leave no trail of ghosts or tears;
split the landscape from the fears.
Sun and moon will speak to you in
Seek no need, no where, no scene
to be, just
Drive to revive the
iron will against the cycle,
reconstruct the stars they may
Sing the hymn that
stamps upon this moment, find
open door to stay behind
This tellurian embrace
echoes when it gives you chase,
fearless when you take to fly,
your bullet hit me right in the third eye.
A tiger never to be tethered to the mundane road.
Transformed with a wink and wish, now leads to the unknown.
Answers do not haunt this path,
questions fade like sunset's paint.
Canyon's edge and gully's stare
bridged by change of microcosm.
Should the world inside grow dry,
find new water in macrocosm.