Though my scars knit together with reluctant ease I must consider which drive within myself I must appease Be it lust, wrath, or self destruction All must be fulfilled within mine minds construction Droplets of blood spilt here and there Hold but a knives edge to true despair What darkness lurks beyond belief Hold me … Continue reading Past’s Plea
Wet foliage slapping at her face, the young, half-elvan ranger dives through the underbrush near the western eaves of the Wood of Sharp Teeth. She is in her element, lithe and quick. She knows the terrain and how to maneuver in it. She does not get caught on stray branches, or tripped by fallen debris. Her woodland cloak whips behind her, shadowing her every move as if it has a mind of its own. Her tight leather armor hugs her closely, accentuating every dip and curve of her well formed fisique. Her name is Lystra Silverdragon and this is the start of her tale.
The rain came pelting down in angry sheets as the hooded figure approached what could only be described complete carnage. Several wagons sat positioned haphazardly along a small stretch of the east-west running road known as the Tradeway, their beasts of burden collapsed in the mud, their bodies pierced with arrows. The wagons themselves had fared little better but it was the caravaneers who had taken the brunt of the assault.
It did not take Jaryn long to cross the further distance between the site of the ambush and his destination, the city of Baldur’s Gate. It was a journey that would take most a near half days travel but astride Sundril it had taken him a mere few hours and by noon the high walls rose before him across a stretch of flat, muddy moorland.
Lupine kisses, feathered touches Be my sunset, bathed in russets Hear my cries to braided cords Hear my worship of the lords Of shadows rising, night unending Of pleasure bated, pain withstanding Proof that angels do wear leather Take me ever for your pleasure Wrench from me the lion’s roar Birth from flesh the open … Continue reading Lupine Kisses
My mind is frantic, Only more frantic with age, My soul is fragile, A piece lost every day, How do we cling to a life? So determined to pass away. How do we keep a good marching order? When the last horn’s blare has faded to gray? Just grab a stick and pick a trail, … Continue reading Sun’s Last Rays
On this day in history, July 1st, 1863, during the American Civil War, the first engagement would occur in the Battle of Gettysburg. The battle most historians consider marked the major turning point in the war. Although the Civil War would continue for another two years following the three day clash, this would mark the … Continue reading Gettysburg: The Opening Salvo
Battle Lines Drawn. Image courtesy of Wikipedia. The morning of July 2nd, 1863 would dawn with the battle lines clearly drawn to the south of Gettysburg. Throughout the night, and much of the morning, the full might of both the Army of Northern Virginia, and that of the Army of the Potomac, reached the battlefield. … Continue reading The Battle of Gettysburg, Day Two: A Test of Will With Blood
See her there, the Goblin Queen, See how she sits in the hollow of her tree, See how she calls upon magics of green, See how she waggles her fingers in greed, See how she pulls from forces unseen, See her there, the Goblin Queen.
We must come to terms with it, life’s great delay, To live our tale, to laugh, to play To live one truth: Come what may, And face one simple fact: this too shall fade, And thus truly enjoy life’s great delay.