top of page
Sunset Clouds

The Refuse

one who has no door cannot keep it open

Transparent Texture

The king ponders over right and wrong,

His morality blurred by bigoted subjects.


Virtue is vague in a realm of madness,

What is law but a comfort of the crowd.

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. VII

Calibrated with the celestial metronome,

We dance to the rhythms of the universe.

Our souls sing to the melody of the cosmos,

Adding tunes of love to infinity and beyond.


- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. VI

Having returned from the precipice of death,

They marched towards it again with an aim.


They stared down the very edge of the cliff.

And screamed into the abyss ’never again!’


- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. VI

bottom of page