gyrfalcon

A poem written for a charecter named K'ratcha. Let me know what you think. Son and Slave of Kings No rhyme can contain the tale I tell, No verse will ...

Wordmaker What are we called? Wordmakers. What are we born of and what do we craft? Words. What do they call us? The Inkweavers, The Invisible Mouths, The Faceless Voices ...

World’s tears Raining down, washing clean Purify The perverse, distorted, ugly mass Of the earth as we have made it Dark’ning clouds Block the sun Shadow the world in drizzly ...

I originally wrote these seperately, but they went so well together, they became my "Twins." Despair Alone and alone and alone evermore, Isolated, outcast, on my own in the dark, ...

written for Sashlash Stormsinger, my alter ego, Master of the Waters and Emperor Over a Thousand Seas The green waters still, Not a sound. The waving trees hushed, Not a ...

They Laugh They laugh At I show spend my days In printed worlds of ink They sneer At one who sees the world through words And dares to think They ...

His words, which wrench my poet’s soul Are of a man long dead, And through his lines I see the words That he has left unsaid. A life of pleasure ...

Brick path warm beneath my feet, Calling me to lands unknown. Follow the road laid out before me To places, thoughts, and minds that Show me What I have so ...

O frothing ocean waves that mold the lands You churn and toss your head in proud acclaim, Your playthings are the works of human hands. Chameleon skin, your ever-changing mood ...

All the worlds touch Softly in the paper-smelling silence Of sleeping ink. All the worlds breathe And whisper words of wandering Among the wonders. All the worlds sing And dance ...

Terrify my heart, Reckless submission sweeping through my soul, Fearlessness chaining me to pain. The art of giving control: A craft too sweet For my logic-bound mind to grasp. Slavery ...