Ebony branches, the heavy charcoal sky smothers the cul-de-sac. By the candle and the window, the young man sits, pen in hand, his struggling line of thought cut short. A gaping maw in the hallway, visage bleak, a silent shadow against the plaster wall, begging meaning, some task undone, or some injustice, some riddle in the sands, without a word, the wraith gestures, urging to right all wrongs, uncover secrets, answer old demands.
With heavy heart, the young man sets out goal uncertain, searching libraries of hidden lore. Mysteries can take one distant places of geography, and the mind. Existence is never tidy -- an episodic fragment riddled with unanswered questions.
from Under the Ash Tree,
released July 23, 2015
based on an original composition by Kristy.