Devious Journal EntryThinking about making a website of my own for this kind of stuff made me decided I ought to at least practice writing and uploading content here, first.
OdysseusMy name is Odysseus and I cannot be free Condemned forever to travel the seas In my days of glory I conquered Troy As I callously watched many good men die Cruel Fortune brought me to an evil shore To escape I speared Polyphemus in the eye The angry brute called down divine wrath upon me I cannot go home.Odysseus
Poseidon's will has set me to wander Still I search for my home with great ardor This divine tyrant, in his immense comfort Can decide my fate, but I will fight He knows not suffering as I know it He has the power but has not the right But every day my
The GroveThe GroveThe Grove
Once, deep in the heart of that black forest, in a place no light could reach, there was a nighted grove seldom seen by the eyes of Man. Now, the sunlight spilled through the forest canopy above, and the sounds of small animals could be heard, as they ran around and over the great tree that once dominated that grove now split asunder.
Once, there was no sunlight or birdsong in that grove. Once, the great tree was whole, and loomed large and powerful over his abode, his wide-reaching, vine-draped branches choking out all other life. His trunk was thick and strong, his bark
Requiem for the DragonRequiem for The DragonRequiem for the Dragon
The sun was bright, highlighting the colorful autumn leaves. The day was cool, and a gentle breeze tossed Drakes long black hair. The mountaintop was bare and quiet. Down below, forests spread all around. In the distance were lakes and streams sparkling like fallen pieces of sky, or blue clouds in the vibrant ocean of autumnal leaves. Birds sang merrily and the sky was a crystal clear sapphire blue.
Somehow it all seemed dark to Drakes eye. The peak of Katahdin was bare. The birds sounded forlorn, and the breeze was
Glorious DefeatA final sun rising, this final day, Out on the horizon where Apocalypse lay. Destruction; so evil, yet somehow grand, The glory, the valor: Mankind's Last Stand.Glorious Defeat
Oh yes, this splendor, events of such scale, Are the stuff of which balladeers will spin their tale. The terrible power, some think it's God-sent, I have come to believe it is more human bent.
Our own folly to bring us down In the height of our power, hitting the ground Seven virtues and seven sins we inherit at birth Divine proof; evil purges itself from the earth.
Ashes to ashes and dust to
>> DJB
--
-°~I'm the idol that would long... to caress our eyes until it would open no more...°―°
--
-°~I'm the idol that would long... to caress our eyes until it would open no more...°―°
welcome
>> DJB
--
[link] is where all the COOL kids go
--
Visit my online art gallery
--
CKGD.net
Previous Page12Next Page