


Flowing crimson red, the night carries her tenderly, across the dark abyss. Through the centuries, legends are made…

I hold a vision from here to there Where I can see things of memory The path lays…
With the back to school season upon us, I was blessed to hear a great sermon by Pastor…
“The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye. And then I heard you flatline.” ~Skillet, Not Gonna…
You find yourself in the lower level of an old ship. A calendar on the wall says 1682….
across the lost centuries ~ out of ancient mysteries ~ night keeps her secrets ~ forever hidden in…