Tyrant
The walls are stained with my blood; I feel them clawing
Crushed, tormented, controlled by my own sin
My cries for help--cold, all heard, all forgotten
I feel the devil working within
I see my friends: those without eyes, minds, and hearts
I reach for them, and they swallow me whole
The great infernal heeds none of my humanity
Only my voice--only my soul
I reach for the heavens, for the sun--for the light
I feel my skin burning; I speak of no cost
But the eye! He who prevents me--dark yet clear
The cold reminds me: I'm all alone and lost
And all this time, I fear the stalking tyrant
He who owns the highest of Hell's thrones
Yet as I turn to confront this immortal fiend
I see not his face--but my own
-- Tedrick Hernandez
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Spirit Mary
ParanormalAt the edge of the town, the crumbling shell of a once-splendid manor sits like a tombstone, untouched and unloved. The townsfolk dare not touch it, and those who come too close are said to disappear... At a very young age, Mary Nightingale busies h...
