Brandon Taylor-Black > Writing | WritersCafe.org

How can I survive tragedy When the bodies lay around The echoing calls of Deaths whisper Carried on the breeze of Everafter.... The sky of Raven..

What I was....

I'm not a Satanist, this is merely a piece of Poetry my Muse thought up....

Eponymous, your hero's They bow before my feet They tried and failed to destroy me Now they lay quiet and meek Vengeance, it's said is waste..

For My Lady

Seduction by Sirens... The * is the female/Siren

A Random, but thought provoking piece, in my opinion....

This piece was inspired when I saw a dead fly on my window ledge one morning...

I want to be everything to her...her support, her best friend, her Love...

I Love The Rain, but this is so not what you're expecting....