Death Shall Come On Swift Wings
"if thy soul be of noble quality, the blade i hold will snap only the chains you are bound in."
Completed Poems from Missives
The water -- cool -- cools not without thy merry presence. the food fills, passes, is gone -- yet leaves me empty, yearning. though the heart may quicken -- though the tongue may lap -- i shall sup no greater meal than thy gift entrancing.
Chapter 08 - Thyme After Time - part 19
So thy foe may indeed have access to this magic... tek-knoll-a-gee?" "the honest answer is, we don't know," the professor said.
2 Of My Poems
Point thy fingers and pass the blame all call out his holiest name everything as it was but nothing the same stand thy ground and announce your claim under sheep wool lays duress on pins and needles does the world stress someone anyone save us from
The Guardian: Wolfhood Ceremony
Ready to partake against thy lips then spit upon thy face of the one who dares to enter. liberate thyself from the spirit world. seek with thy eyes for weakness. destroy him if unworthy of his destiny. listen to his screams as they rent the air.
Chapter Two: Called
_i, even i, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins._ "'come now,'" curse begins quoting, "'and let us reason together, saith the lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though
The Mystic Sands | Chapter 1
"_'i am thy son, o osiris ani, triumphant. i have come to protect thee. i have collected thy bones, and i have gathered together thy members. i have brought thy heart and i have placed it upon its throne within thy body.
Shadow of Death (Title page)
Shadow of death \*\*\* psalm 23:1-6 4 yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
No More
With thy right hand the source of morning light, and with thy left the father of the night.
Happy Diwali
Thou givest thy face to the hememet spirits, thou god khepera who dwellest in thy boat. thou hast overthrown the fiend apep.
Marooned on Tashoo, Chapter 5
"zemy'mo jysy'vy lene noo ke'vymo adua livoo uany thy, zyshy' norothany duany e'jo se sho'ru oonchako duany se milymo oathoo doo. uuhuekoo roo'za va duany govy'mo doo, thy zeroohymo oathoo doo.
A mare may be a mayor, but she is still a mare
Come, reap thy rich inheritance of love! bask in the fondness of a mother's eye! nor wit nor eloquence her heart shall move like the first accents of thy feeble cry. haste, little captive, burst thy prison doors!