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...

The ghost of love

Give birth, oh sweet maiden of death .. don't wait for another to stand your ground. Give birth to Lucifer's feelings within you , and kill loneliness as it cries in a dark forgotten grave, give birth and squeeze down the unborn that gave you sorrow and forget about the pain of feelings ... close your eye in complete bliss for who loved you shall always return .. to be in constant need to remind them your existence is another pathetic excuse to begin with  ... oh my maiden of death to what extent are you naive? to what extent will you lead this never ending torment? to what extent will love still strive in your veins? ...    

(My Euphoria) Red september 3

So maybe I'm a masochist, but i always knew someday my bloody desire will lead up to trouble. It was a fine day while i walked by the river quite a warm afternoon. I've already massacred the first 4 victims and was feeling satisfied so far, watching the river flow soothed my minds as the image of blood running down that old river is just a beautiful image I've pictured a thousand times. While i was wondering and daydreaming , i saw an unfamiliar sight at this time of day , mostly the river side is empty and deserted by this time , but here i am staring at a not so familiar gorgeous face. I froze as i met the gaze of this beautiful stranger , his eyes so mezmorising dark and saw rite thru me , i think i was having a hard time breathing , could it be my silly feeling creeping up on me again , or is it nerves since no one really notices me as i walk anywhere , all i knew is i was feeling butterfly's in my stomach form just a simple gaze that came from him ... i noticed i was staring as he was saying something couldn't really make out what it was that's being said , as i was too busy trying to balance my clumsy feet at the rocks , and to my bad luck and horrific left feet i was starting to slip .... It was going in slow motion even when i didn't want it to go in slow motion , like my vision suddenly vibrated to another dimension where i saw a simple story flash before my eyes , its beautiful really as i envisioned this ancient priestess princess and her warrior beloved standing together .... The princess arms him with a lance then she places a crest on his helmet , it is blue and gold - a token he will as he defends her honor in her fight. He is proud , his warhorse is a unicorn , his squire a monkey , cavorts at the bridle. She sews a gold symbol on a blue trappings: an armor nothing can penetrate. he holds aloft a lance, then in rides the challenger , a bull on the back of a goat , gauntlet and insult are exchanged , on the bulls shoulders a vulture cackles, the unicorn and rider shiver. a pageant arrives to referee the joust, first a fox trailing a scarlet cape from its neck is led in by a gorilla on a stage outflanked by a rabbit and a hare dancing flag dances. Around the arena thumbs a wildman horn on his head and as in his hand , a wildwoman rides in on the back of a griffen , she waves effigies of men and women , the winter trees are black with rooks, banners in red and gold and blue stream from poles brandished by bears. a trumpet heralds the contest . from one side of the field he spurs the unicorn , from the other the bull snorts at the goat . dead center on a raised dais , the princess sits with her hands on her lap the back of her right hand is in the palm of her left , she has an overview of the contest and the whole grotesque tournament.