This change - obvious to some, though others are oblivious. The apocalyptic bit was thrown in fairly randomly just to ensure it gets through the moderators... ; )
These are a series of verses I wrote at various times throughout last year and this year. In truth they were replies to issues and experiments of style, but I decided to wham them all together to create the greatest prophesy of the darkest time... well, actually no. That is still to come. *grins wickedly* ha ha. well, I apologise for how it seems so broken up... try to read them as separate verses - most of them, atleast - rather than one continuous poem... *sigh* oh well. Enjoy...
An account of a dream I beheld on 22/03/2002. Although it has been spruced up a little, all of the actual events are what I dreamt. enjoy! :)
Three people are thrown abruptly into a world tangled in a web of a war (inter-planar?) between Darkness and Light. A revelation comes to the most unlikely of prophets as the balance that should have been upheld for countless billions of millennia is being upset most dangerously and severely. We follow the characters through one plane into another, then into another and back again, leaping back and forth through the very walls of the insubstantial existance we call reality.
Verse 1 and 3 were written here by Edward.C.Arvidson . The rest I can take credit for.. :P
A girl's encounter with a vampire Lord of Darkness, whose power is as seductive as ever...
Concerning a Sorceress of great mystery.. Subtle yet powerful Mistress of the nameless enchantments, She herself is without name, and hidden in identity.
Another poem I wrote, while thinking about dragons - what they are, and what they seem to be... these (this one, and the ancient ones) were written early last year.
This is based on a dream of a past life... just replace the dragons with two planes during WW2 and y'have my dream! It is a little unfinished... It was written on the ferry from Scotland to Ireland.
I often wondered what could happen if you merged two opposites completely, so they could exist simultaneously perfectly intertwined, each still carrying on with the things they always did, each still being the opposite of the other, and yet matching each other flawlessly... I imagine that is what perfect balance is. I wrote this at a time none too long ago when I vaguely sought after this perfect balance, this purity. I realised that the more you seek after it, the more it alludes you. So I let it be. It still intreagues me, though.. So I just spent five minutes explaining how it applies to me, but really, its Fantasy.. lol.
I suppose She is the Goddess, the Mother of all existance that many believe in. For my part, I could imagine her to have certain wolf-like qualities, but that is no surprise, coming from me... ; )
This came to me as a vision, concerning a friend. I wrote as it was shown and told to me. It doesn't mean much to me now, because I know that the concept of an uncontrollable 'fate' is the worlds greatest lie.
Poetry based on the prophesy of the great battle of Ragnarok, and the event s leading up to it, as known in Norse Mythology, as much as I have done so far... My rendition of Fenrir lives here and here in my loth gallery.
What would it be like to be possessed by a demon? Would it seem as terrible as it might be? Just my vague interpretation.
This was written with a serious of other fire-related poems. It reflects the feelings of someone in love with a Dragon.. a creature to whom no mortal life can be permanently linked, as it may seem.
The Lord of the small holding of Éirinnsbaile recieves a letter from a distant cousin. although the appearance of the letter itself is surprising enough, the contents are far more disturbing... May Arrawn, Lord of the dead, and ruler of Annwn claim another soul...? (*sniffles* i hated to break it up like that, but apparently it was too long by itself, and no one would read it! lol)
A poem written for a drawing of a werewolf (click the link.. he's calling to you...). In my opinion, this poem looks better visualized than read plain, which is why its being turned into a background for the drawing.
Heheheheh... Aww, c'mon.. every fantasy library should have an invocation of SOME sorts!
Three people are thrown abruptly into a world tangled in a web of a war between Darkness and Light. A revelation comes to the most unlikely of prophets as the balance that should have been upheld for countless billions of millennia is being upset most dangerously and severely. We follow the characters through one plane into another, then into another and back again, leaping back and forth through the very walls of the insubstantial existance we call reality.
Shienne is a mysterious woman who lives unhindered in the freezing wint'ry forests with her wolf pack - until the terrified hunters appeared, and with them the 'dreamsearcher' who's life is linked strangely and intricately linked with her own...