http://slow.writerscafe.org/keithbeckham The original writings of author Keith Beckham en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042758 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Inspiration: Artist - Jóhann Jóhannsson; Album - Orphée; Track - Flight From the City http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1899312/ I saw a man sitting with empty eyesA pitiful creature to beholdI thought surely he must be filled with empty thoughtsWhy else would he look so? I saw a man looking at my empty eyesHis eyes were full of scornful mirthI fear he must dwell only on empty thoughtsWhy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1764012/ You know our thoughtsSpeak unending into our mindShelter us from the DarkShow us Your PurposeWe raise blades to Your ShadowLet the Night know our Fear-Prayer of Londis the Cursed, XII ChantLunar 872, Sun’s Fall  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1749261/ Inspiration: Artist - A Winged Victory for the Sullen; Album - A Winged Victory for the Sullen; Track - Steep Hills of Vicodin Tears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1749260/ Inspiration: Artist - August Wilhelmsson; Album - Departure; Track - Now Is the Time to Leave http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1749259/ I have stepped away from my burdensTo seek what was lostI have begun a secret journeyShared by those to whom visions are made real http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1749257/ Comes one to seek his shadow, dance with The LastTakes one to leave another, not knowing which is trueLeave him there, to waste his time on memoriesThe Nightmare is in front of you, let past be past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1749256/ Inspiration: Artist - Max Richter, Grace Davidson; Album - From Sleep; Track - Path 5 (delta) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1749254/ Inspiration: Artist - Slow Meadow; Album - Palemote; Track - Ghosts in the Brazos http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1749253/ Two rusty swords in a dead king’s pitTwo bleached skulls, one crushed, one splitThey came to find their lord, to offer their steelYet dead kings care not, but to make bone meal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keithbeckham/1749251/