Sisters to the Grogons

Cannibalism

The Draconian

He who walks the path of the righteous , he who holds the dragons heart and it is he who shall rule the unspoken land of the wicked.

he brings hope but death will always follow knocking on the crimson doorway of Hades, and life will weep tears of remorse as light becomes a mere shadow of yesterdays dislocated soul.

he was the chosen the marked dragon the draconian , with cold undesirable eyes that bewitched the desperate innocent, bringer of peace he is not but pandemonium chaos he shall fulfill.

an eye for an eye , as the sinner walks amongst us , a clash of swords on the tip of an iceberg ready to collide ready to morn ready to unreveal the seals.
"And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see.  And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer."  Thus all we await all that were  living for , as the reason minds obsession  allures to wanting more, the inevitable truth screams from within the subconscious, shining the forsaken ray and acknowledging the divine draconian.

Jabberwocky

Shivering in deepest red to the edge of dreams , tears of tomorrow only lingers within the path to decay, Alice is lost and the allure of rotten flesh only seems prevalent for the time being , Chehire cat's face is covered is  dessicated blood and caterpillars swarm around white rabbit like maggots devouring on a still corps .. as Alice reads through the looking glass,

" Twas bryllyg, and ye slythy toves

Did gyre and gymble in ye wabe:

All mimsy were ye borogoves;

And ye mome raths outgrabe."

 

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy

a flawless smile creeps up the unimaginable fate that stole a child's innocence , erased existence cruel intentions , flames so dark sight beyond them is just overly vivid , even though the incredible    wound eats away the swine , even though fate can't completely hold back thoughts that dwell within the darkness and sharpest of blades can't save this spirit solitude awaits .. when stars outspread the night time watch as Alice slowly falls down with frozen features as silence is the bringer of the Jabberwocky .   

 

       

The trasformation of Odine

   Simple living and innocent being is
what i was seeing,
peaceful swan was my wan,
one bad day all it takes
for the journey from white to black.
The surrounding evil at its excruciating will.

Dark was overtaking the white king,
when thorns of black wings bring,
red tears wear the new me,
few days all it take for the transition.

Devil's double was exhibiting.
extracting the color from dark lor,
stronger it became.

Killing every extract of the white swan,
spread its wings,
ready to be the king of everything,
poisoning the fellow being
viciating, creating and retaliating later...