Friday, July 13, 2007
More Rantings of a mad Poet
Posted a peice of work I did ages ago. Guess you can tell how Im feeing today.
The Wolffen
A lonly nights painful cry.
A herald to those soon to die.
The gates are barred, the windows sealed.
Trying to stop the Wolffen killed.
Blood spread, like paint on walls of gold.
Taloned prints along shadowed hold.
A growling death thats dark and cold.
The fate that man long did hold.
Silent death stalking it's prey.
The holy man dies in utter dismay.
A red satin lined coffin of dark hard wood.
The dark stained grass where the Wolffen stood.
In the shape of man, with the soul of a beast.
The Wolffen smelling a bloody feast.
The late night prayers fuels the power.
Death does come at the witching hour.
The Wolffens cry, the feast begins.
In war and pain began the sin.
The holiest of holys, no longer the bane.
As the wolffen lord opens your vein.
Christ the church now doomed to fail.
The deamon powers released from hell.
Man forgotten in a world of light.
Never again to see the holy light......Of the Wolffen.....
07/02/86
DNE
A herald to those soon to die.
The gates are barred, the windows sealed.
Trying to stop the Wolffen killed.
Blood spread, like paint on walls of gold.
Taloned prints along shadowed hold.
A growling death thats dark and cold.
The fate that man long did hold.
Silent death stalking it's prey.
The holy man dies in utter dismay.
A red satin lined coffin of dark hard wood.
The dark stained grass where the Wolffen stood.
In the shape of man, with the soul of a beast.
The Wolffen smelling a bloody feast.
The late night prayers fuels the power.
Death does come at the witching hour.
The Wolffens cry, the feast begins.
In war and pain began the sin.
The holiest of holys, no longer the bane.
As the wolffen lord opens your vein.
Christ the church now doomed to fail.
The deamon powers released from hell.
Man forgotten in a world of light.
Never again to see the holy light......Of the Wolffen.....
07/02/86
DNE
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Second Day Rantings
Well its another day. Started interesting enough. Got up ate then went to work on the new manuscript. Updated Second Life and sat back to watch some tele while Im waiting for it to come back online so I can get back to work on my things there.
Came up with a new model design, wrote character bios, did my banking and paypal. Then came here to see if anything was of interest.
Came up with a new model design, wrote character bios, did my banking and paypal. Then came here to see if anything was of interest.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Further Rantings of a Mad Poet(Knights in Blue)
One of my favorite peices is called Knights in Blue. It was written the day after 911 not as a rant of what happened but as a memory of those that answered the call and gave their lives in an effort to save others. I hope you like it as much as I do.
In blood and pain are prices paid.
These people of honors call.
Each a shield for the people cry who’s safety they hold.
Men and Women of warriors spirit all.
New Spartans in a world of stained glass.
On steeds of cold steel, they ride into battle against evils massed.
Showing the world Camelot’s truest sight.
Showing a world that might is not always the right.
They place themselves in harms way.
They do so in darkest night or brightest day.
They are the peoples shield.
They are America’s light.
Freely giving their blood. And some their life.
We show them little respect.
Names and slurs are often their rewards.
And still they protect us.
These knights of armored justice.
These knights in honor blue.
I dedicate this in honor of those that serve,
protect, and face death each day for our safety.
We can never repay their sacrifice.
9/12/2001
DNE
In blood and pain are prices paid.
These people of honors call.
Each a shield for the people cry who’s safety they hold.
Men and Women of warriors spirit all.
New Spartans in a world of stained glass.
On steeds of cold steel, they ride into battle against evils massed.
Showing the world Camelot’s truest sight.
Showing a world that might is not always the right.
They place themselves in harms way.
They do so in darkest night or brightest day.
They are the peoples shield.
They are America’s light.
Freely giving their blood. And some their life.
We show them little respect.
Names and slurs are often their rewards.
And still they protect us.
These knights of armored justice.
These knights in honor blue.
I dedicate this in honor of those that serve,
protect, and face death each day for our safety.
We can never repay their sacrifice.
9/12/2001
DNE
First Call
Well as with many things in my life this is a new first step for me. I'm told I need this due to my chosen profession so as with many suggestions I've listened and decided to inflict my many ranting on an unsuspecting world *Smiles evilly*. So to any that are insane enough to actually enter this domain of verbal torture and torment. Welcome.
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