the guards jsut chillin while a power 60 guy just destroys me

Me omw to go beat the shit out of the instructor at power 5

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone [...].

( - John Keats, 'Ode on a Grecian Urn')

The Sun, Gleaming

voiceless scream and empty power,
hollow courage, timeless hour.
toothless maw and clawless beast,
feast upon a god deceased.

( - Naktigonis, 'but i, but i, but i')

Of Labours, Veiled

in a well-pool of time -
where all memories drown, -
i now lie, clinging on to the fragile,
fleeting whispers of light.

( - Naktigonis, 'Stagnant')

The Trappings Of A Lord

I had now a host -
Some eighteen at most
Now followed my orders and tended each post.
And with confidence vast
I barked, 'anchors aweigh!',
And soon my dear ship journeyed out from the bay.

( - Naktigonis, 'Tale of the Storm')

To Shores, Distant

They will be wearing the colours of home, colours that have not yet been. [...]
They will not walk at your side because you ask, but because you have asked.
They will be with you until the end. They will seem to know when that is, to the hour.

( - Fallen London, 'The Pale League of Irem' storylet)

Dancing Steps Of War

Šešėlis
Štai, nakty tamsioj.
Šmėžuoja jis pasieniais.
Jo mėlis
Aklinoj tamsoj
Klajoja vienui vienas.

( - Naktigonis, 'Adata')

In Shade, Hollow

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

( - Robert Frost, 'The Road Not Taken')

Peregrine

in fire-kilns of misery,
the crucible of woes,
are forged the paths of history.
where shall they lead? who knows...

( - Naktigonis)

Nascence

ᴄᴀʀᴩᴀᴛʜɪᴀɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ

ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴇᴠᴀʟ ᴩᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ

ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅ/ʙᴜy

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

( - William Wordsworth, 'I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud')

Deepwoken OST

Solivagant

five, two, three, eleven -
order slowly loses grip!
resound the
battle drums of chaos,
shackle-breaking rhythms set us fighting.

( - Naktigonis, 'Lullaby of Chaos')
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to those impatient for the fruits of growth, a punishment of bitterness and dearth.
to those who steadfast wait for harvest-tide, a feast of plenitude within the earth!

To Fight, Sanguine

i make music and suck at videogames 

currently working on the OST for Deepwoken, a Monad Studios game! B)

commissions currently closed! 

any inquiries? contact me here, on twitter (@Naktigonis), or via my business email, tenebrousgravelord@gmail.com

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Dancing Steps Of War

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