Ode to the SirenShe calls to me with song and my strong heart melts,Like iron cast into the forge,Enthralled by her beauty I come forward,Even though I know,That she only seeks to gorge,Upon my flesh,Staring up into her eyes,I know that smarter guys would despise,My utter weakness to her spell,Gnawing my neck down to the bone,I know that she will drag me into the depths Hell,But it is as if my legs are cast in stone,I do not flee even though I see,Imminent doom approaching,As the reapers come for me,Isn’t it tragic,How I have fallen victim to her magic?----Engraved into the walls of a vacant ship docked within the harbor of Port Dag, the Kingdom of Nebo’s only port city.
Bitter GloryI am so sick of the disgusting black rain,That distorts my soul and brings pain,To all of those tortured souls,Cursed by the false blessing of ambition,That renders their happiness hollow,Like a heart with many holes,Because they were born outside,Of the massive palace of glory,Whose many doors are golden,And whose marble fountains,Bubble forth silver tides, So I walk the path to bitter glory,In bold, narcissistic strides,Upon the backs of broken corpses,My feet ride the gory trail,As if these pale humans were merely horses,And they are animals so to speak,Because their ambition was small,And their futures were always bleak,As if their eyes couldn’t see ahead at all,No more to me are they but toads,Destined to be completely squashed,Into the bloody pavement of my roads,Hunks of meat underneath the soles of my feet,Butchered and bruised stepping stones,Crafted of organs and bones,That shall lead me and similar souls,To our destined palace thrones,
Already out of TimeTick tock tick tock,Says the black clock,As I sit in the red chair,At the dawn of yet another year,Writing a letter via the ink of a pen,My withered fingers delay,Because the sharpness of my mind,Has grown blunt with decay,I look at the paper,But I cannot read the words,I put on my glasses,And realize that I can no longer,Tell the difference between adjectives and adverbs,As I stare at the page,I wonder why my thoughts,Have grown muddled with age,Instead of clear,Like the accurate reflections of a sage,Tick tock tick,Says the black clock,As I perfect the red words on the letter,Trying to make it better,With these clunky hands of mine,That have grown heavy underneath,The oppressive weight of time,Tick tock tick tock,Says the black clock,As my red heart begins to fail,I grit my teeth and write faster,Because I know the boat of Chronus the Reaper,Has already set sail, Tick tock tick tock,Says the black clock,As my dry red eyes begin to dose,Exhausted fro
New Years Art Raffle -over-Update The winners are 3rd. pythonkiller42nd AvinaSkyeand....first serenity14590thank you everyone for entered and im sorry for my lameness in taking SUPER long to update this...sorry guys i sorta forgot Edit- end date is now February 14thOh look its a new year and since its a new year I want to do something special so heres what im doingI will be drawing 3 pieces of FREE art(fanart or oc)Rules- To enter simply fave(only have to watch if you want first prize)- Watchers automatically qualify for first placeDeadline- February 14thFor third place I will be drawing a headshot with a simple backgroundan exampleFor second I will be drawing A half body with somewhat complex background \ex.(backgrounds may be less detailed) For First I will be drawing a Fullybody with complex backgroun
Teller of FortunesWhen the sun is gone,And the moons align just right,When the stars laugh,And the veil that shrouds the unknown,Takes flight, I can take a peek at the future,While her features are basked in light...
Certainly Not A CommonerWhat says the author,To the audience of common beings?Why, I am an artist,An inventor of magnificent things!I am a weaver of words,And a caster of spells,A master of memes,And a fisherman,Who casts his rod down a sea of dreams, I am both a creator and destroyer of worlds,Like the creator of me,I am a builder of marvels,Sculpted for all to see,I am a warrior, outlaw, and explorer,For everything is possible,Within the realm of fantasy,I am a dreamer, believer, and schemer,Physician, magician, and musician,Philosopher and astronomer,But certainly not a commoner…..
Slave to TimeWhy the heck do I have no say,In the fact,That there are only 24 hours in a day,8 hours of deep sleep,Leaves only 16 hours to live,But at least 8 of those hours,Always seem to be consumed by work,Leaving me only 8 hours in the day,To be free,To be me,Everyone should be able to see,That time has made us all slaves,And will ensure that we are forgotten,Like the paintings in the caves,Lord help me,I am in need,Of a small amount of faith,As large as a tiny mustard seed,So that I can hold up the sun,And hold back the moon,Lest I be forgotten soon.
Corrupted GardenI entered an enchanted garden,But it was really a Hell,The roses had thorns,And the wind whispered sinister spells,Seductive sirens moaned,As tormented dryads groaned, The orchids writhed like worms,Much to my distaste,In haste I turned to flee this place,Heading for the gate that would take me home,But then I realized,That I was lost and entirely alone,Before me loomed the witch’s throne…
Old Hag SyndromeWhy must the demonsapproach me in the night?Coming to my bedin the absence of light?Why must the faces on the wallsappear in the night?Screaming in the darknessmuch to my fright?I wonder from my miserydo they gain delight?Why must the pale cronewatch me every night?If I touched her black houndwould it bite?Am forever to be at the mercyOf the demons who come in the night?As the day falls into darknessand I lose my sightthese voices in my head begin arguing at the eve of night.Please blessed saints liberate me from this plightStop the demons from coming tonight…..-----Old Hag Syndrome
Ode to the ReapersThree things that weren’t men,Lurked in the night,Insidiously creeping forward,And shirking the light,They carried sickles in their hands,And smiles upon their face,Be killed by them and your soul,Will be trapped within a wicked place,Mighty men wept as they gazed,Into those emerald eyes,Screaming in the green fire,Nobody could hear their cries.----Ode to the Reapers
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