I lie in wait Bow in hand To kill the terror That stalks the land The armored monster The giant beast That shatters stalls And scatters peace A fog surrounds me Cold as death But is it fog... Or the dragon's breath?
Darkness cloaks the earth I feel my powers swell My eyes burn red in blackness Set on fire by hell The stars and moon are dimming Veiled by some dark cloud As if the sky were dead Pale in her burial shroud I spread my wings and dark, cruel things Surround me at my call … Continue reading Dracula’s Call
They call us the Lost Ones. But we're not lost, really. As a matter of fact, we may be the only beings in this whole world that know where we are. The only ones who know what we are. Who we are. They call us lost. We kept the name, because it means something different … Continue reading The Lost Ones
I stand at the edge of the world -- my world. Waiting. For what? I don't know. I never know what may be coming. What darkness may be lurking in the shadows of the trees. What evil may be creeping toward my fortress as dusk approaches. There is no way to know what may happen. … Continue reading The Guardian
It's Paradise. That's what they told us.
The fog was thick. Even thicker than the darkness of the starless night. No one would see him. The wind whispered in the bare branches above him as he left the cold shadow of the trees and crept toward the window. The frost on the glass reflected the bright gleam in his eyes as he … Continue reading Seen
A cold and stony fortress Stands molding in the forest