In a far away forgotten realm a new and evil treatens the once peaceful vale of the northern isles. It's claws big sharp and powerful.It's hands covered with hairs like that of a big ape, it's arm bulging with muscles that can lift a big log like a small stick or smash a big boulder like a small rock. The rest of its body covered with scales thick and tough.A chest plate body armor compared to it would be like a thin clothing. It raises its head the thing sniffs the air. The smell of blood. It looks right, then left. Its missing ear appears. left with a scar.long healed but visible, made by a blade of some sort. then it howls.... an eerie sound that echoes through the early night sky. signaling its master that it found its target. and the hunt begins. The thing stand on it's powerful hind legs and leaped towards his soon to be victims. His master stood on a high bluff arms raised. Staff on one hand and on the other a bound book. Ragged clothes and tattered sleeves,an old sandals covered his boney feet and a sling bag at his hips.But the most recognizable feature of this figure is that it has a blazing bright bloodshot eyes. a hallow nose and a sharp edged teeth. Grim and mysterious.A smokey haze surrounds him. Creating that evil aura around him. Soon everyone will know him,they will cringe in fear just to hear his name.But for now He is master to this thing.

'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and above all, you lost the certainty that you would win. You were quite glad that the night-lights were on. You even liked Nana to say that this was just the mantelpiece over here, and that the Neverland was all make-believe.' -- J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan The image used in the cover artwork is originally from Lyn Hagan's project 'Porculpa - Zero Gravity Cat'.

poetry to learn to love again. "and i would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more." -- kafka. (2019).

All colours of the rainbow in haiku form, jump into colour now.

The inner-workings, poetical/verse part of the Wisp Infinity works. (2013) /!\ very dark writings, contains material that some may find upsetting /!\

smile till' your cheeks get six packs.

harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking anyway. this collection shall be under the tutelage of sylvia plath's poems, and the bell jar and her lovely tortured head, in which i see something quite like mine. i hope it is enough in the end. do tell me if you've seen them. with love eleanor

shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

in which she signs in so she can discuss smooth and rough pebbles with him but sadly, he leaves the chat right away. © softyjeon all rights reserved. a jeon jungkook fanfiction.