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Dawn will break with darkness And shadows kill the light Dusk will fall at sunrise And the day descend to night The mountains will cry in fear The wind will wither and die The heavens will crack, all hope turn black When the stars fall from the sky
Darkness cloaks the earth I feel my powers swell My eyes burn red in blackness Set on fire by hell The stars and moon are dimming Veiled by some dark cloud As if the sky were dead Pale in her burial shroud I spread my wings and dark, cruel things Surround me at my call … Continue reading Dracula’s Call
The voices They try To silence Are speaking louder here How long Before They find them And make them disappear?
Adelen stared into the bed of ferns for a long few seconds. The child was asleep. Wisps of dark hair fell over his forehead, the evening sun gleaming on his olive-tinted skin. Snuggly swaddled in a rough, brownish cloth, the baby seemed perfectly comfortable. Soft hiccups -- the sound that had stopped Adelen on the … Continue reading The Foundling: Second
The forest was silent except for the wind whispering past and the purple-hued doves cooing in the boughs above. Knowing by the sun's low position in the sky that lastmeal time was approaching, Merid huffed and pawed at the ground. The large gryphon's golden fur was so long near his feet that it nearly hid … Continue reading The Foundling
Winds are wailing, clouds are sailing On a black and roaring sea Where pain and crying, death and dying Are the only certianty Life is fading, shadows shading Every flame now fades away But day will spring, and with it bring The silver blade of dawn's first ray
They call us the Lost Ones. But we're not lost, really. As a matter of fact, we may be the only beings in this whole world that know where we are. The only ones who know what we are. Who we are. They call us lost. We kept the name, because it means something different … Continue reading The Lost Ones
I stand at the edge of the world -- my world. Waiting. For what? I don't know. I never know what may be coming. What darkness may be lurking in the shadows of the trees. What evil may be creeping toward my fortress as dusk approaches. There is no way to know what may happen. … Continue reading The Guardian
It's Paradise. That's what they told us.
The fog was thick. Even thicker than the darkness of the starless night. No one would see him. The wind whispered in the bare branches above him as he left the cold shadow of the trees and crept toward the window. The frost on the glass reflected the bright gleam in his eyes as he … Continue reading Seen
The sun is dipping lower Into the darkened night
A cold and stony fortress Stands molding in the forest
They’re coming. The only thing in his mind. The only thing he seemed sure of anymore.
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