Depression. Paranoia. Desire. Babies are all born the same, naked and crying. But with age, we learn to hide our cries behind perfect smiles. The desire for expression never does die out though. So what happens to it when it is suppressed too long? Some lessons are meant to be learned the hard way. "A fantasy tale be...
Just an attempt to put my poetry out there for the world to see... " I hate this emptiness I feel; But I know that this is my ordeal; Although the shackle's caging me are, Wrought with love, and bound with hate; They do seal a special fate; So come meet me at my hiding place. " Venture forth, beloved...
The Deadlands - dry, arid, and merciless. A place where only the scent of death hangs loosely on the scorching winds. This is all that remains of a once bright world. This is the only world that Rain-Born has ever known. As a warrior of the Hanakh tribe she is without peer - a fearless, cold-blooded huntress. Knowing...