Aye, little one, ye knew the blood would coil.
sliding hatred down with each abusing lashing.
screams and shouts arise as the anger boils
seeping into the reden night.

be freed, fly high
breathing down the sudden anger
onto the ones that need to suffer
from the bleeding deeds to the outlanders kind.

slaughter the evil ones, that have blackend the soul
make them bleed for every lashing.
hold them to their dishonor
till thine fires cool.



(Writen for Grendel)

Cannot see the moon tonight, *sighs* it brings my heart down, but at least it is raining.

"Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps."

All there is in thy’s love is pain; pain of waiting by the brittle headstone for love; soreness of only being in second place; a hurt of never knowing thynes heart’s way. There is only pain for me.

"O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!"

O cupid you are a villain indeed. You show me the sweet fruit of love, yet not a taste for thy tongue? Not even the sweet juice of life that is before thine eyes?

“This is thy sheath there rest, and let me die...”

Aye, true of my soul I have giveth my heart away for love…and then I saw that is t’was a sweet poison suicide move for thy’s glass heart.

"Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know."

With hope in thine heart it will end like this; for I cannot foresee the future of my life in this brimstone hall. Down cobblestone roads of life I take my leave. Good marrow and thous eve be full of bliss.

(Quotes are by Shakespeare)

and this is an old old poem.

A full fledged Dragon, thanks to my mate Dorn and Damia. I am truely thankful to Damia.
I feel happier and light hearted.

Thickend blades, cold steel, the need to kill rises again.
My fault is my anger, it goes deeper then my lust,
and my heart still hates me for it.
my mind is always screaming "hold back, hold back"
because giving in is never the answer.

gray featherd wings with Purple underwing,, with a scaled gray body, Claws of onix, eyes that change. What am I?

knowing your faults is not a weakness but a strength

dried rose's for the dead, still trying to find out what I am.


if someone wants to help me they can,
it rains when I am sad/angry/depressed to cheer me up,
when I cant see the risen moon on the blank days I ache,
the fog makes me want to dance,
the wind is the only one that is willing to hold my hand,
everyonw seems to be on the inside of the glass for exeptoin of me... but it is funny because I am not cupping my hands around the glass to look in. Looking out to the world with a seers gaze waiting for something.
My actoins are quiet with the ones around me,
speaking to those whom only interest me.
I believe backstabbers should be slaughterd on the spot.
I live by my sword more then people for it has never lied.
I am seeking for something true and that I have been denied,
but I feel that I have to know what I am before I seek any longer.



so what am I?

A Requiem



Ay, pal and silent maiden,
Cold as thou liest there,
Thine was the suniert nature
That ever drew the air;
The wildest and more wayward,
And yet so gently kind,
Thou seemedest but to body
A breath of summer wind.

Into the eternal shadow
That girds our life around,
Into the infinite silence
Wherewith Death’s shore is bound,
Thou hast gone forth, beloved !
And I where mean to weep,
That thou hast left Life’s shallows,
And dost possess the Deep.

Thou liest low and silent,
Thy heart is cold and still,
Thine eyes are shut forever,
And Death hathhad his will;
He loved and would have taken,
I loved and would have kept,
We strove,-- and he was stronger,
And I have never wept.

Let him possess thy body,
Thy soul is still with me,
More sunny and more gladsome
Than it was wont to be:
Thy body was a fetter
That bound me to the flesh,
Thank God that it is broken,
And now I live afresh !

Now I can se thee clearly;
The dusky cloud of clay,
That hid thy starry spirit,
Is rent and blown away;
To earth I give thy body,
Thy spirit to the sky,
I saw its bright wings growing,
And knew that thou must fly.

Now I can love thee truly,
For nothing comes between
The senses and the spirit,
The seen and the unseen;
Lifts the eternal shadow,
The silence burst apart,
And the soul’s boundless future
Is present in my heart.

By James Russell Lowell