Under the darkened, Ancient oak
Gentle in the nights breeze
I stop and stare, rest a while
With hands upon my knees
Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub
I spy my journeys end
Black it looms, silent gloom
The castle called Avend
On I trot, past forest eyes
Past horrors of the night
Through the dark, I see a sign
A gentle glowing light

Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy
Towards the golden window
My heart pounds my breath is rushed
As I fight both brick and branch
The ledge is mine and over I sweep
Silent like the falling snow
Quiet, I slip across the polished floor
Tonight, I will dine with chance

The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought Though, still

So there she lay sleeping upon the bed
Half covered by fantastic silks
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
A sight I will always recall
A single candle that showed me the way
Through forest, river and hills
Glows upon that lovely skin
Shadows dancing around the walls

Closer I creep, toward my prize
The Blue Lotus lies before me
Her lips are full, red as blood
Moist as they invite me
Stoop I did to kiss those lips
In that glowing room
When suddenly, she did awake,
Her eyes filled with doom
From silks, her hands were round my neck
Escape there was no hope
A brief flash of teeth is all I saw
And gone was my throat
Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me
Red was all I saw
She drank her fill and watched me fall
Gently to the floor

A league away my death is found
By locals who tens this land
Who lay me down in shallow earth
A single Lotus placed in my hand


Unlike last time, I'm not actually in a good mood.

Denial of our shadow side
Will often cause it to rise up
Against us

That he does not need to die
Allows his mind to soar
To fly

What if love's intolerable pain never leaves?
What will your life's mark leave upon this world?
What now, will my dark craft do with your body now?
We walk as Gods together through a fiery dawn
What if you love someone you know you shouldn't love?
What will your dying father's last words to you be?
What now, the painting of young lovers is complete?

What if love's intolerable pain never leaves us?
So we dash our bleeding hearts on the rocks of loneliness?
And cry unto the lords above who turn away in haste?

From the heart
Heart of snow
Comes the ice
It's crushing blow
From the soul
Whose love is sound
Comes the cold
It's frozen ground.

I'm actually in a really good mood

these wonderful things, my only escape, thank you and thank you and thank you again for again i revell in what is here, thank you and thank you and thank you again, quiet is here, so quiet, THANK YOU is screamed, selfish thoughts are not allowed, THANK YOU, no you didnt create this yourself, THANK YOU, not possible, you have no vision, what about the republicans getting less seats, what about man united not getting the premiership cup............... what about the worlds that have fought countless wars in my mind, what of the laviathon, the world eater, in my mind, that picks citys as a whim, what of the reluctant warrior, that ends all by showing his true nature, what of the god that wants so much for us to believe that he destroys us, what of the dancing pixy that enthralls the three year old child, what of the one thought, what of us, without imagination we are a dead species, why cant i get i job? not that i dont have ideas, just that noone has imagination, the human race is dead, and we have accepted it and will faal into extinction, because there in no imagination anymore! I love/hate/despise/adore/confine/le
 t loose you all!



Morgan