I am Vita, Life I am.
Vita arose from the divine love of sweet honey grains of sandy blood marrow.
"Mortius, to whom I willingly give my Death, my everlasting passions, you are my eternal end—honoured memories of devoted love, my dearest friend."
- VITA
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Vita Mortuis is a poetic story that follows the encounters of a haunted soul through the four seasons of life. It is intertwined with the tormented love story of Life and Death themselves.
Vita and Mortuis fell in love and had children of flesh and blood. However, Mortuis, Death, could not be with them like Vita, who was Life. This made Mortuis very jealous. Mortuis created crows to retrieve his children, causing Vita to mourn. The torn children, through a desperate plea, caused their celestial abduction, leaving Vita and Mortuis to grieve. The act of separation brought chaos across creation. Grief and anger turned into suffering until a sacrifice was made, altering the existence of life and death throughout the ages of our time.
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"I don’t have my beliefs to prepare me for Death. I have my beliefs to prepare me for Life. A life beyond and the next. A life with no regret" E. Croe
GOTHIES DWELL
Deep down below, the hollow echoes of musty, damp breath and misty song air
Shattered wishing stones tossed beyond the black
howling scare
Lies the reaping sounds of clanking, jingles of tattered
threads sewing
Filling sandbags of time
Very little seen, very little showing
Sowed seeds planted within a captive nativity shell
Ready for the harvest, the Gothies dwell
- E. Croe
For judgment is without mercy
to one who has shown no mercy.
Mercy triumphs over judgment.
JAMES 2:13
to be life, earns you the
privilege of passing death
MORTUIS
Author Book Inspiration
Written and illustrated by Maurice K. Kimball, whose witness in these pages is Ebon Croe
This book is an autobiography written from the perspective of my life in dark dreams.
I went to bed like any other night when I was six. However, when I woke up the following morning, I found myself an adult. It was as if I had lived an entire life overnight and accumulated a wealth of memories.
Sometimes, when it is entirely silent, and I am on the verge
of falling asleep, I replay these memories like a movie. It’s like
watching an old black-and-white indie film projected onto the back
screen of my mind.
I often wonder where all the time has gone, and how much remains?
Life is now...
