Writing

Where art thou, my fallen soldier? My heart beats fast within my chest As I look out, over this battered battle field The air smells of death and t..

Tears refuse to leave my eye Tears fight not to roll down my cheeks Tears oppose me and don't let me cry Though I've been trying for weeks..

its been a long time since I've posted on here

So many of you asked for a sequel..I suppose it will also inspire a 3rd. :D

She stood in front of the mirror, staring Combing her long dark hair, A black cat jumped on her shoulder, purring The Witch of Aberda..

A very short story about a man and his dead lover.

In The dark of the night, One arises to taste the fire.

A WOMAN AND HER LOVER AND SEX AND LIFE.

A poem about a lost soul's travel through drugs and non-reality.

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