I haven't written in too long. Writer's block? No. Uninspired. I think I've lost the... 'umph.' Sucks, duddnit? Hm.


I SpyI spy a Nymph, With emerald eyes and supple lips, Ebon hair and sweeping hips, Out of place.I Spy
Amidst an waning Sapphire sky, Mingling with fireflies, Sparkling golden at her thighs, And at her waist.
Twirling and Dancing, I could not keep from glancing, My vision held by my fancy, Of her face.
My mind was filled with wonder, And my heart was filled with Thunder, Yet I couldn’t help but ponder, How she’d taste.


Lycanthropy In OctoberLycanthropy In OctoberLycanthropy In October
‘Neath the paralyzed bloom Of the pale yellow moon A graceful sprite twists her spirit free And rises from the tomb On a night of mist and gloom And death and impending doom Her brow adorned with an onyx crown, Black roses and a Raven’s plume
With black wings of faerie Her eyes were a sea Of dark and sombre nights And fulfilling of fantasies Symmetrical eyes gleamed Reflecting a crooked moonbeam On a night of howling wolves And Lycanthropy
Lycanthropy and Thee
October nights did bring t
Have a nice day!
I saw your gallery and it's amazing! Your art looks so great!
I haven't been here in a while,
awesomely awesome.
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"I'm not a slave to a god tht doesn't exist"
-Marilyn Manson "The Fight Song"
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When I grow up I wanna be an attack dog
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