The lonely creature.

The light reflects off of its face with a gleaming shimmer that can only be expressed as the released concoction of sunlight and moonlight with the glow of fireflies and the warmth of a candle in a dark room.

Yet there is a darkness in which it hides, peeking its eye out to glance at the world in which it does not belong. To glance at the hopeful surroundings in which it will never belong. To listen to the laughter it will never have. To listen to the subtle hum of people bumbling about, accomplishing tasks that it will never have.

There is no solace in the darkness yet no joy in the light. Alone in the dark. Alone in the light. Alone in the peaceful morning. Alone in the ravaging night. Alone in a crowd. Alone when alone.

It is a lonely creature in a lonely world. It is a lonely creature in a painful world. It is alone but perhaps it is better this way.


Secrets in the wind

A subtle sound
a soft breath
a voice

It circles round
and stands it’s ground
between life and death
A reason to rejoice.

A never ending symphony
a chorus, living tales
a story

It brings a certain.. epiphany
the secrets of the world unveils.
a symbol of strength…Of glory!

Certain aspects, simple elements
the earth embraces all lost
The wind betrays all secrets
Fire and water, the endless battle

The broken man does lament
Battle earth with frost
Whisper in the wind–
Hide, in the shadows, No! The Thickets.
The scorching flame, extinguishing tide, flee, avoid the merciless war–
Take up your steed, the one of speed, the harness and the saddle
And ride dear one, Oh ride, from this everlasting conflict.

Meet me by the oak tree
near the stream
and past the living wood
I’ll see you at the crossing, Do hurry now my love.

The sun shall fade to sleep, and we shall sit and see
The marvelous world we live in, our own personal dream
I wish to dance for many lifetimes, If you dance, we could
Rest now, our secrets are safe, for they rest upon a dove.

The Withered Plane

I see a visionary plane so unreal
Its presence so full of grace
The warmth and love surrounds me
My heart has found its place

Suddenly the warmth evades
The love once present is slowly fading
The cold fog now encircles me
Shivers swiftly invading

Broken pieces of a heart now lay
Upon a frozen soil, where the serpent, slithers
The rigid air that once embraced me
A once surreal place, now withers

A drop upon my head
A trickle of hope, in a realm, filled, with despairs
Bringing joy to one, filled, with desperation
A reminder that life flows through toils and snares

Small, small drop
You must grow
Embrace the river inside
Bring life to the realm, flow.

The Consuming Dark.

Humans that succumb to darkness enter blindly into despair

They walk blindly to their demise

Leaving sadness and depression in their footprints, for those that follow

Staring blankly at the spiral that is their life

Hearing no warnings from loved ones

No longer feeling the coldness emanating from the dark

Ignoring the voice inside their hearts

The voice that evolved from whispers of guidance to screams of utter panic

Their open eyes seeing nothing at all

Constantly walking through the darkness

Never stopping for the chance to see the light


Until the day a hero stands in their way and shines so brightly

The darkness fades and they are left looking at where they are

A place far from where they began at

Seeing how their blindness has torn their life into shambles

Searching for a way to recreate their past

Not able to live in the place they are, not able to return things to how they once were

They look back and their mind is clear

They hear the whispers and screams of that little voice

They can now hear what was said to them

What they would’ve seen had it not been for the darkness

Tears roll down their cheeks for all that has been lost

All vowing to be that light in the dark

To fight for those that cannot see, and stop the dark from consuming lives.