I can't really summarize this thing. Read and find out.

Those who are directly responsible for a war and are the only ones who care about it, sit at home in comfort while some poor human who could not care less must suffer...

Don't let anyone toy with you. Ever...

Go on. You know you're curious...or not. Please don't read this if you tend to be "scarred" by reading disturbing material. If not, by all means, go ahead. It is my first (forced) attempt at humor so feel free to flame me if you wish.

Isn't that what all of us are? Mere wraiths of times gone by...

Somewhere between gothic rock and heavy metal, but that just depends upon the outlook. Fairly morbid.

My pessimism at work.

Recommended for any D&D-style fantasy fans out there. The continent of Quanitsa hasn't seen a Mage in thousands of years when the magical balance that is the very backbone of the land is threatened by a force that has lain dormant from time out of memory.

Once again, I cannot summarize this poem. It's slightly mrobid.

I am not certain how to summarize this one either. It seems to be the allegoric story of a mage, but it goes deeper than that. Read it and we'll see if you can see past the obvious.

Another one of my summary-less poems. Might be disturbing to some, so read at your own expense.

Some people may find this somewhat disturbing, but that's the way I am. There is no description for this poem, read it and find out for yourself.