Late at night darkness has consumed the skies,
In a secluded room, concealed from prying eyes...
So I sang my song
of lament and fear...
I was inspired to write this poem after watching a...
Christopher England was a boy, just nine years of...
This is for Tourniquet. You know who you are...
Once again, no explanation. What can I say, I love...
I walk the busy streets
alone...
Let us walk down to the river side,
Come along now my tear-stained bride...
*OK, i was just in a really bad mood when i wrote...
In the mist of night...
Hearken to me, beast of beasts,
Before the morning light intrude...
Every day like the last
My world, my life, all so vast...
This poem is indirect and you have to search for...
Fire dragon burning hot.
Ice dragon, on frozen wings it flies...