Imagine

Imagine a world, a reflection of our own. Or perhaps ours is a pale, distorted reflection of it. There, things are more... possible, a little less mundane. There, a boy named Wolf wanders across a land filled with mystery and wonder. He stays alive by the strength of his broad shoulders, wide hands, keen mind, and deep wisdom. Rumor has it that he was taken as a child, taken by the fairies to be trained by their Queen, and replaced with a slow-witted Fetch. There are all sorts of stories about him, and his companions. Like the mysterious Loki, who some claim is his brother, though others scoff at this. For, where Wolf is strong and straightforward, Loki is cunning and devious. Yet, the two are fast friends, when they are not passionate rivals. Or his sister, Lilly, who is widely regarded as one of the most beautiful women in the land, and a great artist, and sorceress, too. They've gone on all sorts of adventures together, wandering around their strange home city in search of treasure and entertainment. Like marching with a great army of the downtrodden masses to overthrow the evil Aristocracy. Lilly's words inspired the men and women to great courage, and fortitude. Yet Wolf has a dark side, as well: he is actually the only scion of a fearsome and wicked Demon Lord, who's name is too horrible to write.

But Wolf and his companions are not the only stories in this world. Many great people wander this land, crafting wondrous items, doing great deeds, teaching, building, protecting. But there is great evil in the world: machines that drain the very life of the Earth, sorcerers whose foul words raise armies of vicious beasts wearing men's flesh, demons filled with fire that kill thousands at a time. Even on a personal level, there are dangers. Merchants who sell consuming dreams to the unwary, machines that will enslave a man and drain his will, voices that whisper visions of blood to tortured children. This is a world more real than our own. A person can become anything they like there, if only they have the will to do it.

Maybe I'll write more about this world, in time. Until then,
Keep Imagining.

The Last Petal (what might have been)

Just gonna transcribe some old poetry. I'm in a low kinda mood, so it's gonna be a low kinda piece.

The Last Petal (what might have been)
I gaze wistfully at the glass, as the last glowing, red spark falls.
The heart of the rose, made of pure light,
Blackens, dims and crumbles to ash, alongside my own
As the toxins of despair and lonliness seep into my soul,
My mind flashes back to the storm she was caught in.
She sought shelter in my arms,
But alas, i couldn't see beyond the glamour of ugliness,
To the entchanting wonder beneath.
I wanted to give her my most beautiful flower in apology,
But she threw it in my face,
Cursed me by it.
She promised, when she left,
That another would come for me,
But no-one came, and i grew bitter.
I could no longer bear to see my face in the mirror, for
I could only see the monster
Who had turned the suffering one from his door.
As my wealth grew to cobwebs around me,
the clock continued to tic-toc,
Reminding me of appointments that no longer seemed to matter.
The candles burned down,
Because in the dark i could forget myself.
The teapot i left on her high shelf,
As the bottle found my hand more and more often.
Still, no-one dared approach
Through th forest, filled with dark looks,
Nor could they scale the high stone walls around my heart
The only one who ever came close enough
To tend my wounds
Was forced to by her father.
He thought he had her best at heart, but he led her to me
I scared her away, hurt her
With the intensity of my anger, my fear
At her braving my darkest secrets.
Now, as the toxins of a life loveless take their toll,
I curse the first, who cursed me to this,
You lied, and none came.
I never found her,
The beauty
To my beast