Fallen Angel: Epilouge

With the storm brewing all around her, she looked into the pond to see her reflection. She did not recognize the person looking back at her. The person in the water wore a tattered rain soaked cloak over an equally described, lithe form. Every time the lighting flashed, cuts and bruises could be seen on… Continue reading Fallen Angel: Epilouge


There is a darkness Within us all. A darkside that we can release. Unlike the side we show, Mercy it does not much know. The urge to set the darkness free Is strong for many, including you and me. It overwhelms our goodside, Taunting it of its megar power, And bragging of the awesome might… Continue reading Darkness