There are some clumsy minds in this world
but she has a good soul.
The girl with the head of fire,
wild and true; she is
a goddess of flames and beauty
in her certainty of herself.
Something about how fervently alive she is
pulls me into a chaos
I hope I never escape.

This creature disguised in lace -
passions flower with angels face,
precisely picks the time and place
each dream to chase, each dream to chase.

Moonlight is a goddess
she sits in many paintings where the storms are raging
her eyes are gray blue but they change with her moods
they are like the moon She is a true goddess in many eyes
they will never leave her side she seeks for peace
for one day to be free she waites for that day
when true love comes her way she is still young
yet growing old she is the story
that will always be told she is the goddess
that stand so bold of long ago
she has once been loved and will always be
she is written down in history but locked away into darken dreams.

HEY IM BACK



The young sylesti yawned as her little head rose, greeting by the soft touch of the warm sun. Her mother stood just out the cave entrance, watching the pretty star come up as morning came upon the land. She smiled and raised her body to trot up to her mother happily.

Today would be a good day.

(you could use the hatchling form or the adult, if you want)
(oh you could also do the mother and the hatchling)
(if you want )

The Mysterious Goddess
There is a Unknown Goddess, shrouded in Mystery,
Her Temples; desecrated, destroyed since history,
Since time immemorial she has existed,
and somehow, whispers of Wisdom persisted.

The points She makes, mostly missed,
Knowledge She offers, widely dismissed,
For Her songs of virtue, and of beauty,
Are viewed as primitive, exposed so crudely.

Many sail to a far away place,
To see only followers, Legacy disgraced,
Whether be it the place; Her Sacred Books speak of:
An Imaginary Heaven or the Hell beneath us.

However She guards Wisdom like forged iron doors,
Her mind sharp like a Thousand Cleaving Sword,
Her Eyes penetrating like a piercing lance,
Yet when She see her followers, at glance...
The Universe shall sing in song and dance,
as if all for one;
and self in trance.

For darker days to come, many a day without Light or Sun,
Time, one evil and ignorant to strike war drum.
Brightly, unison, shall strike the final blow.
With the Sword of Wisdom, the Sword of Swords:
Better days for all,for evil, will lose, the final war.

She ran down the dark alleyway, her claws clicking against the wet bricks. The rain pattered on her fur, reminding her of the rainy walks that she had taken. She took a minute to stop and breath. She heard the gang coming up behind her. She scampered away, her hatchling clinging to her pelt.

Ill leave traces of smoke in your nostrils.,
Just so youll recognize my presence when youre seeking me.
Ill shelter myself between your veins just to make your heart beat a little faster.
I am the revolution of love.
I am a silenced desire.

I am the light.
I am the darkness.
Forever surrounded in silence.
It is lonely here.
No one to speak.
No one to feel.
No one to hurt.
No one to Love.


Ping me pl

How wonderful is Death,
Death, and his brother Sleep!
One, pale as yonder waning moon
With lips of lurid blue;
The other, rosy as the morn
When throned on oceans wave
It blushes oer the world;
Yet both so passing wonderful!

Mislead, dead, corrupted, broken

all opinions of my game

Fallen from towering into pain

distorted pain

a wail causing fear

love to hate now here


please ping