Tells the story of a person experiencing the afterlife in a relatively twisted way. Specifically with focus on the consequences of destroying a process natural to that place.

she is my real friend and daughter.

A young vampire is not long for the world...

Good evening! Eh? Not a good evening, you say? How's about you let me warm your hearts with a tale or two? Any that catch your fancy? Hm? Oh! Einarr Dragonsbane you say? Wonderful choice! *strums lyre* Make yourselves comfortable, my good fellows... (English assignment from a few years ago)

When you see blood on the ground, what do you do? Do you tremble in fear? Of who? The body in front of you or Death? Do you run for an exit? Trapped in this small world, Sacrifices must be made.

Never spoken, an illness bitten, there is no such thing as a cure.

The tale of a soul collected by a battle maiden.

First time writing something like this... Hope you like it.

The first of my edited poems; this was Angels in Flight, for anyone who read it before. I hope you find it much more polished. -CW

Seorang pria yang berdansa dengan sesosok kerangka bergaun indah, dalam sebuah aula muram kelabu, dimana warna-warna indah yang dulu berkilau telah memudar tersaput debu kelabu, dikelilingi oleh kenangan akan masa yang telah lama berlalu.

When life gives you no options, it is best to accept what you cannot change.

Reality is falling apart, can it be fixed?

things

You two would have been so happy. Zealous over one another just as told by destiny.

Six stanza's about the ghostly realm.

It's the apocalypse. Zombie style.

The life and trials of vampires.

Dance with the crows, And play in your grave, Live in the shadows, Make the night your slave.

Changeling, holding on for too long. A creation of mine, reapproachable thought, momentary pleasure.

When your creative writing teacher asks for a poem about rainbow and unicorns from a class of kids who only write about death. This poem is in the rondeau (?) form. (Can't really remember, wrote this awhile ago.) I may continue if given ideas to make depressing.

let me tell you about settling into the darkness

In a nights of dancing snowflakes the fairy princess and the fairy prince meet with their followers to celebrate their wedding.

The name says all, a short poem describing the adventure of a fantasy world.

A short poem I came up with. A man on a typical quest to fight a dragon.

Though it may seem a bit unclear, this poem follows the concept of freedom of self expression in whatever form imaginable. There is no one in this world who can stop us from stepping out of the velvet darkness of oppression and into the burning light of freedom.