Lordofmyths

Alone. Laying on a stone bench staring up through silhouetted branches at a starless sky. Listening to the lapping of waves from the lake below while a cig embers lazily between my fingers. There's a calming orange glow from the streetlights behind me and the gentle humming of air conditioners from the complexes. There's even the occasional bird call. All is peaceful, everywhere, except in my mind. I can't push away the imaginings of growling wolves I know aren't there, the visual of blood pools forming along the ground. I wonder what it's like to fight a man, one on one, knowing only one of you will walk away alive. To know there's nothing

Read the description first.     The earth, far below, blurred by furiously. I was flying, being carried by an angel. My mother was being carried on up ahead of me. The earth cracked and split, two halves suddenly separated by a great chasm. A chasm in which all of hell was contained and exploding from. I saw demons squirming, fighting, twisting and beating, souls of the damned in chains, hellfire burning all around. I watched in terror as my mother slipped from the angel's grasp and plummeted towards the gaping chasm. With a shriek I forced myself from the angel and dive-bombed the demons. During my fall they cut at her and screamed at her,

Dare thee test the tempter's dark? Lest not! For fear down unto thee Descends thy crows thy birds ka-kaw, And thus does fall thine eyes, eyes splendid such, Unto the depths of waters Stygian. Behold! Thy folly and thy wake, Thy path laid bare And ruin all. Beneath the weight of tempter's call. Haven't thee the wit to flee? Be gone, a forth, take flight. As such appears thy hasn't, Choose escape, thy has not. And such, thine death it is. Not fast, nor swift, As the river carry, Nigh. Speed hath not the hooded one. He who carries the Scythe so slicked. But below ye are, Six feet from here, If not yet than soon shall be, Fo

Sitting next to the fire place, Rocking slowly in my chair. Silence all around, Except for the roar and ki-kak of fire. Beyond the flame's illumination all else is darkness, I can see the walls surrounding the fireplace, Lined with books, Titles I cannot make out. I can't shake the feeling I've been here before. I used to have a love of fire, Would sit and watch it for hours as a child, No. Not any more. The lumber, the logs, they began to move, To bend and warp, My skin began to crawl and my hair stood on end, Subtle fear exiled serenity. The fuel started flipping over on itself, Rolling, flopping around, Beads of sweat gl

An explorer, merchant, adventurer, Pirate, scoundrel or thief, Call me whatever it is you wish. Irrelevant, as it may be. I've scoured this earth, East and West, The horizons of the Seven Seas, Be no mystery to me. The Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, No longer so wondrous to me. I've seen them all, Nothing but faded memories. I've tasted all the foods of every foreign land, Dined with kings, princes, rats and beggars, Been ashore with sailors and to sea with gladiators, And mingled with a thousand wise men on a thousand mountaintops. Ah, avast, after such a life of wandering and discovery, Searching, hunting, finding, I'

You walk away from the night, asking, Did the planets not align? Was there no cascading light or flutter of doves? Was this not a moment, paramount in history, The world's, yours, or mine? The looming answer rests like a heavy cloud; just inches above, A feeling that the slightest pinprick would cause a torrential downpour, A revelation of truth, Truth, that some moments pass by unnoticed, Disregarded and overlooked, And so easily dismissed by those involved. And yet, you still look back. The moon isn't shining any brighter, The eternal flow of events lays seemingly unaltered. But contentedness grips your soul, consumes your b

Please, beloved, let me slip back into the icy memories of your treacherous kiss. Let me be lost within the emptiness of my past. Give me one more moment before I have to wake And face the apocalyptic chaos of my eternity. Fine! Be gone. Rob me of this pleasure. You were always the perfect sadist. If a scar is what you wish to leave, Then simply smile and it will burn forever. I said be gone! Why dost thou linger? Leave me now to my God and my demons. One, with the continual promise to rescue me. But oh! How the other excels at keeping me company. Take up both offers I would, but they insist on being mutually exclusive. A perfect

May our love not be lost as we prowl the midnight hour, As we walk the streets ruled by bandits and thieves, Our meeting, seemingly random, happenchance, and mysterious, Felt more like a destined decadent rendezvous of strangers. Assignation became our game, The moon became the only light upon our treacherous deeds, In the hours of darkness we betrayed our loves, On the streets of thieves and bandits we laid our hearts bare. We played our game, walking 'tween day and night, Passion refuses constraint, Flesh demands its desires, And in secret did we satiate. But secrets hold a mighty power, Stronger than men, more cunning than wom

I watched as the driver pulled up in a silver convertible, my best guess says it's a mustang. Tires screeched as I hopped over the side and landed in the passenger seat. I heard laughter as I reached for the seatbelt. "Kid, you're cute." "Yea, I got that a lot." I gave up on the seatbelt. "What's with the peel out?" "Transition's always quick; every time. May linger on the brink for what feels like eternity, but once the deal is done, the deal is done. No point in sticking around." "Ah, makes sense. Always seemed that way to me." Looking past the windshield I realized we were quickly surrounded by fog, thick. "Woa. What's with the fog

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