DemeterHeart beating, words softly spokenAs breathAs snow-flakes,lost-tastesshiver and drop to the groundAs my whispers resoundEchoing over a clichéd fortress of solitude,Of my own interludeMirrors and glaciers, to shade me from your warmthYour touchYour forsaken light, your waytoomuchOf degrees and brightness I'm unaccustomed toOf elegance and coldness I'm grown fond of, for youAnd Your opposite, your pre-requisiteOf new life where my own diesOf locked doors where my own surroundings lieWhite?Not at all. Simply lacking the colour-taintedHumanity feinted-Honesty, That yours so sorely lacksFor give me an overcast silence and I'll show you where my true personality standsFor I govern over your loudness by…H u s h .Did you catch that sound?That echoing fall as your own hit the ground.I am cold, I am indifference, I am all you hold against your very own fateI am the one who you'll no longer see as you go against me to stand your day.Oh hush, l
Divided Equinoxeslike two lovers swaying in eternal ellipses,or warriors circling in ever-evasive orbits:at times in perihelion, at times aphelion;yet never closer or further; lockedin a celestial stalemate of divided equinoxes,more a dance than a war -each had their own time and the summer was his,temper turning at the solstice, quick to flarein sudden blazes or midnight storms as unpredictableas June tempests, and floods that erased all memoriesfrom the preceding months, while each hour grewsteadily colder, emptier -until one season's radiance was eclipsedby the other's lengthening shadow;and in the dimming light of autumn he wouldpolish his gilt-bronze armour and reap the year's harvestbefore the siege ahead, for battles were won or loston her glacial domain -with ice-tipped arrows and blades of stalactiteagainst which the invading sun, resplendenteven in deep winter, advanced upon the ice queen,seeking beneath the marble-veined surfaceof proud alabaster to find a heart in hibe
The Endless BattleTime spins me round and roundAs I stretch out my handsAnd try to claspThe fading threads of todayBut while they taunt meSlipping through my fingersOne by oneToday is goneThe warmth of summer vanishedAnd the snows of winter returnThe time disappearedIn the most fleeting of momentsThe seasons battle on and onThe sacrifice is timeThe victims are all of usStruggling to find meaning in the dayTime slips away faster and fasterLeaving us behindTo pacify ourselvesWith the phantoms in our mindsA conflict without endFor if the war were to calmThe hands of timeWould be still forevermore
Amulets of the Winter Knight 1"Amulets of the Winter Knight" is a series of non-sequential fantasy MMO short stories. Read as few or as many as you want…and in any order.Herald of the Winter Knight--------------------------------------------"Tell me more about Goldennoon," the adventurer said, stroking his long grey beard thoughtfully as he leaned back on his staff."What?" I asked. My "Hello and welcome to Goldennon. Are you buying or selling today?" line was originally penned to generate conversation, but only the locals ever want to chat."Tell me more about Goldennoon," he said again. Bani—she runs the booth next to mine—was giving him a funny look. Her customer, a woman wearing so little she could only be an adventurer, was pawing through a chest of valuable magic rings as if Bani didn't exist."Goldennoon started out as a simple farming village," I began, not entirely sure how to explain it to an adventurer. "We really started to prosper once we learned to plant crops i
