A burning passion
Your love burns bright in my heart, like a wildfire it spreads through me. Burning holes in my soul and mind, filled only by the thought of you. 'Cause you are my lifeblood, and although blood may be thinker than water, I want you to be my wine. I...
The Four Horsemen (poem)
Hoofbeats knock the bloodied ground screams fill the sky, the end of days hath come 'round. Oh, the forsaken sound. First come riding a horse of white Conquer, its unholy knight, an ebony bow drawn blacken arrow sapping the spirit, humanity's...