The Angel I Fear
I gaze at the angel, so pitiful and dreary. she lifts her head, her eyes locking with mine. she walks in, wearing such a forlorn face. i walk back, for fear of her intent. she keeps coming, her hand extended to me.
Getting Better
The windows opened slightly to all make the room feel light and warm relatively quickly thanks to the summer sun dispelling what would otherwise have been a far more dreary visit.
Damp Face
Grow, tended the land garage again today, smiles forsake truck window landscapes can't cry, won't be moved, fear dies, won't preclude try to reach, can only feel don't teach, only know resigned mothers, cereal dinners, never have, always hold dreary
The Dragons of Smaller Dens
In summary, it's a short poem i pulled out of my ass once upon a midnight dreary. enjoy. there is salt on the dragon's syringe, they will sample electric lozenges on scorpion countertops. the hatchling will look up from cave doodling.
Revenge(chapter 1)
I counted 5 heavily armed wolves and a plethora of tired dreary furs. slavers and their slaves. i grimaced at the thought that anyone could stoop as low as to enslave another fur and sell them for a quick buck. fuck them.
That Dark Night
That dreary, full-moon night. but there is one thing i remember without a fight, i am a werewolf. part man, part beast. and that animal that was deceased, i had killed to have a feast. what it was, i do not know.
Of Wolf and Dragon Chap.1
Opening his eyes, those dark, black eyes with the slightest hint of silver ringing the pupil, those eyes that never missed anything, he looked out the window to the dreary landscape on the other side of the glass.
Bit O' Fluff
A snow storm is raging on the mountain, but in this dreary white out there is one sign of warmth. this would be the smoke coming from the chimney of a large wooden cabin.
Battle Oath: For The King
Without your grace, the vacant becomes empty, the quiet is silent, the cool is cold, the shades are shadows and the peace is dreary.
Cascaded Guardians
Of deviantart; vandervals.deviantart.com; http://vandervals.deviantart.com/art/fallen-angel-62823343 autumn wind whispers across their broken spirits darkness surrounds their fading figures far from salvation, close to damnation they ensconce alone, a dreary
December's Hope
Yet, as the snow lands upon the dreary terrain, faces grow upon the faceless and desolate feelings are poured down the toxic drain. lights shine upon the alley ways and the singing drifts through the streets.
One Small Life - Part 1: Waking to the Sound of Thunder...
I giggled and swallowed the thick bite of meat, unable to keep hold of the dwindling dreariness, nuzzling back up against that thick, warm fingertip. those bits of affection used to be so odd, and perhaps they still were, but i didn't care.