poetry

Hope in Chains

The daylight held hostage
Hope is in chains
Night falls upon us
And only sorrow remains

 

 

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Distorted

Lackluster
She was forgettable
Not grotesque just unremarkable
And there beneath that cloak of mediocrity
Where she stood gratefully unnoticed
Sheltered from scrutiny
She prospered

Hypnotic
He was memorable
His arresting presence notable
And there basking in the fervor of the spotlight
Where he stood confidently at ease
Treasured by the masses
He saw her

Revelry
From her new-found station
She indulged in their adoration
Until she noticed her reflection in his eyes
Once familiar but now distorted
Her identity lost
Claimed by his

 

 

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The Guardian of Time

“The Guardian of Time” is a Mayhem Universe trilogy featured in my upcoming short story collection, Mayhem Genesis. You briefly met Father Aetas in The Tempest’s Tower 2: New Beginning. What is his story? How is he linked to the gifted? Does he have powers?

All regarding Nerio Aetas, aka The Priest, will be revealed in Mayhem Genesis. His origin story is linked to the universe’s origin story, making The Priest a key player in many of my tales of mayhem.

The book is set to include 12 unique stories, 4 separate trilogies. I absolutely love to tell stories. Writing poetry is a very close second. I figured out a way to do both within the pages of this book. For example, here’s an excerpt from “The Guardian of Time: Part 1”:

With the breath of this clime
Conjure forth sands of time,
So that they may merge,
Under the eye of Demiurge,
With the fruit of the land
Upon which I now stand.

I would love to give you some context, but that would ruin the story. I certainly welcome your theories though! You just have to wait for Mayhem Genesis to find out if you were right.

 

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My Window

Cerulean seas touch the sky,
The sun’s rays set the world aglow.
I witness it all pass me by,
Trapped on this side of my window.

Observing vicariously,
I am here but no one will know.
I see them but they won’t see me,
Trapped on this side of my window.

Hand pressed mournfully to the pane,
Desperately I long to go.
Within my confines I’ll remain,
Trapped on this side of my window.

 

 

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Shades of Bedlam

The evil nourished by darkness
Lurking behind murky shadows,
There lies in wait the huntress
Seething with hatred for her foes.

The sun tries to protect them from
The evil nourished by darkness,
But she pulls the shades of bedlam
Leaving her enemies sightless.

She’s nimble, lethal, and callous.
She is empowered by the night.
The evil nourished by darkness
Can paralyze a man with fright.

She will skin her victim alive,
In a moment leave him bloodless.
There is no man who can survive
The evil nourished by darkness.

 

 

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