14th January 2002 The Sphere of Dull Stars
Author: FlameDance
In all things beautiful, there is a darkness...a darkness that breathes and speaks.
A Darkness that comforts.
She Cries
She opens her eyes, wearily casting them around the room. Light filters in through a tiny gap in the velvet curtains.
One day I stopped recognising myself in the Mirror
I know that when you read this it shall seem like it is a type of poem. It was not my intention for it to be like that, but it was written as a rant for what I have become. I am sure a lot of others here will be able to relate to what… Continue reading One day I stopped recognising myself in the Mirror
Beneath the Ruins
Skeletal whispers adorn the decaying ruins. The castle entrance is rubble at my bare feet. Tall tower imposing, encompassing all that dare to view. Voicing a challenge in a loud, booming voice, leaving tortured victims in the dewy grasses. The grey stone, antiquated. Unbearable, to see in an instant lives flash before our eyes, to… Continue reading Beneath the Ruins