I am MORTUIS, Death I am.
Mortuis torched from the murky shadow of forbidding vanity and suffering sorrow.
"Vita, you are my fond Life, my love’s eternal purpose for a dark existence. I’m sorry I gave you sorrow for my own selfish reasons."
-MORTUIS
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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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A FEW IMAGES FROM THE BOOK
SERVANT to the BOGEYMAN
Creatures and ghouls far and wide
Hear me now from the other side
Trust your luck to the old and wise
They should have drained your blood before you died
Now you’re scratching, scratching, hollow cry
No one will hear you
Loved ones had said goodbye
Being buried alive is not much fun
It could happen to the best of us
Even a nun
Die your last breath while you weep
Dying will be easy; just fall asleep
Your ghost will rise to hunt the land
You’re now a servant to the Bogeyman!
- maurice
Author Book Inspiration
Maurice K. Kimball III
For decades, I've been tormented by the same recurring nightmare of waking up to the pounding of something trying to break through the door while I sleep. In the dream, I knew I was being preyed upon. I would rush to the door, push back with all my fear and strength, and then wake up.
What entity is on the other side, casting so much terror and fear behind the locked door?
As an artist, I have written a poem of expression titled "Seethe Door."
I ended with the final lines:
“Fear is the leech that bonds my very core. A sixth sense lies beyond what’s in store.
I awaken,
Never to open the seething door.”
This marked the beginning of my journey of writing and illustrating VITA MORTUIS, Fear Behind the Seethe Door. It was an attempt to confront my fear by facing my recurring nightmare and opening the door.
The pages lead me to the final chapter I've summarized:
“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.”
