Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem

Rustling to scurrying.  Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls.  Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child  Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win.  Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring… they were ready…  ~ Hello and hello! I took…

Angel Fate| Poem/ Song

An Accursed Red poem. ~ They say he went to heaven and I’ve been waiting for him to come down. But I’ve been waiting for too long. They said he’s in the clouds and I keep wanting to fly but I know I won’t get high enough. They want me to believe that he’s safe…

The Demon Lord and His Empty Heaven

Another excerpt of The Dark Hero! Check out the Dark Hero tab on my blog to read the rest. ~~~ Like the late Gods of Infinion that once had lived in their chambers above, a divine space for Gurutrov had also been constructed. He was neither god nor mortal, but his creation of an entire…

The Town: Part 4

To her feet ran millions of gold threads from her tiny head, flush against pallid, chalky skin. Like anyone in the town, she had two eyes: one eye a solid green; the other a dense brown. It was the charm and utter magnitude of her naked feelings that made her such an extraordinary spectacle; the…