
Muerte The Sphinx
A dark tempest is rolling over the heavens like a great banner of darkness. The spine-tingling cry of The Sphinx echoes across the valleys of the mind. Our past regrets and sins feed her savage army of shadows. She is death. She is pain. She is the raging fires of passion, and the smoldering fields of ash left behind in her wake. She is who we are at our worst, at our lowest. The war we must all face in the end. She is Muerte. The malicious antagonist in one of my earlier sho