"So I kissed the pale hand, I looked my last.." A story which slakes an imaginary former life of a Fallen Angel, the poetry he had witnessed and his eternal longing, and the reason why he had fallen for in a form of nightmares and dreams of his beloved soulmate, and how he turned the suffering into something different, divine and pure. "..She woke up from her nightmare, staring into her memory from the time she last embraced him in the presence of the echoing cadence, shivering and remembering. Weeping, knowing the untold story." So here it is, the story of The Dark Lord.

"So, for the tragedy I had just witnessed, the Cadence faded away." The second part of my second book of poetry "Mercy Of The Dark Lord. ", slakes how did the "Ghost of Memories" manage to reach his beloved angel, his soulmate and his only hope, and the tragedy "The Dark Lord" had witnessed. "Like the sun that always shines, like the moon that always sheds silhouettes of silver light, and like the Cadence that always finds its way to me. I will always remember you." NOTE: This book, like my other books, is a combination of poetry and tragedy in "free verse form", so I'm not bounded to any rules of writing poetry, because simply that's how I like to write poetry, and that's what I enjoy to think about. Enjoy.

"Poetry has conquered and prevailed my existence." This is my first book, and it's a combination of poetry and tragedy in "free verse form", so I'm not bounded to any rules of writing poetry, because simply that's how I like to write poetry, and that's what I enjoy to think about. This book is a book that I wrote in a way I cannot explain, contains untold stories I had and stories I had heard of. So, welcome here in my mind. It's like a night at the theatre, a dream of a thousand years, a light of a first hope.. "It's a random collection of how I see things."