Rebellion redundant And never gratified Unfortunate misfortune For i live, though I've died

The Weirding Willows is a universe spawned from a mash-up of a hundred different well know characters from fiction all integrated into new story lines where anything can happen but for many their destiny's have already been written, we just didn't know before what set them on their various paths. Please join me for the beginning of this grand adventure!

The acceptance of resignation Is truly a notable feat Yet to deny one's self glory At the risk of defeat Turns a cowardice into a cheat

Are such deeds, though often decreed, ever as they really seem????

I am..... Beauty. I am the Beast.... The ravenous creature that feeds off my veins.....

Ecclesiastes 4:5 The fool folds his hands together, and eats his own flesh. Proverbs 18:2 A fool has no delight in understanding, but that his heart may discover itself. Proverbs 10:14 Wise men lay up knowledge: but the mouth of the foolish is near destruction.

A love story

i am a speck of dust upon a cloister of abrasions to some i may be the aberration itself and to others, i am, quite simply, undeniably close to the cusp i am torn and i am torment long-winded chimes of captivity, unsightly…. abhorrent indecision and illusion forged as incomplete, despite attempts at deceit and delusions flecks of gold and pleasure caressed in pain a tragic syndrome if one ever believed in such a thing bounty of sorts, a hoard of mass amounts surmounts to treasure, beguiled in meanless measures for what is to come is simply a story retold childish nightmares sung in lullabies baby cries herself to sleep over heat as torching as languid goodbyes sighs, dark nights, fright and fear…. incessantly come near yet never a tear stretches in sight….never to repent, nor dare to lament - such would decree misfitting a monster is only as perverse as the saints decree the demented only as hell-bound as those….who, they themselves, wish they were free…. a flagrant martyr is most commonly an acquired sire a duty-bound hired hand useless without it’s master a force-fed convict is simply debauchery’s debacle as is, resistance’s remorse contrary to the oncoming slaughter.

submerge yourself into the perversion of the mind.... open your eyes - wide open - if u must but i prefer the darkness of the blind... for it surely enamors the lust

A separation of souls meant never to be parted.... Malice in the form of mystic morbidity... waiting in vain for a glimpse of Alice to lead me back home... And I lie here gallantly beguiled, pretending I've not been left here alone... Again....