The search for love may lead to many things... even to madness
Reva hears voices that aren't just voices; they're actual people, alternate personalities. Unlike most others with her ability, however, all of her personalities are evil. What do you do when you can't control youself?
This is a little poem about what inspires me as a writer. Of course my muse is a demon that knocks on my window at night. I tried echoing the tapping of Poe's raven in the story as well as some of the tropes of a couple other writers, and generally tried to interpret writing as a supernatural/spiritual experience. Anyway, let me know what you think.
A tribute to Nikolai Gumilev, one of the greatest poets in the whole history of Russian literature and a skilled interpreter.
A story of fallen angels and vampires. I wrote it as an experiment in tense. The first part is in past tense the middle in present tense and the last in future tense. It is without doubt my favorite story that I have ever written. I have plans to make it into three short books. Do you know how difficult it is to re write these horror stories removing all the swear words and references to people's naughty bits! This is much harder than Elfwwod. I can honestly say that these are the cleanest of my stories, I'll have to set up a private library somewhere for the rest of my stories.
Chapter 1 of the story of Weigraf, a knight who must save (something) from (something) we've not figured it out completely
Upon entering the realm of what many call the present moment, I begin to skry, to analyze my own malignant nature. I am within the duality. Observing the world of Now, and the symbiotic oneness with my organic shell.
A Treatise on the Damnation of a Soul and its effects on Society at Large: Or, A Tale of Madness and Pride
This had to be edited a little for Elfwood, but it might be better for it. It's just a poem about a vampire that isn't entirely friendly. I kind of feel sorry for her (or possibly him).
The final part of this tale brings forth the war of good and evil... A dawn with skies ablood melds into the pastoral horizon as the armies of Virtue assemble... But Chai has his own tricks...
Its almost a sequal of the voices poem, it has the same theme, I wrote them apart from each other, but this one I did in Maths, maybe I just wanted to escape my Teacher
Nick Hunter comes to Sunrise seeking his past, but he soon meets someone even more terrifying than the monsters, a woman desiring revenge on him and the humans, all while she descends into madness.
No clue when i wrote this one. I think it was sometime last year. All i know is that it's one of my favorites.
...not much to say about this poem. kinda speaks for itself. one of my very first poems so yes, quite old. =)April 2010