Crypticpaw Stories

Us, the fallen, have nothing to lose. But those who sit upon their golden thrones, they have the farthest to fall. So, give them a push.

Look upon what you have done...as my head rolls and rolls...

Leave me in this darkness...light has no place here.

A fan poem about Regina's encounter with Rumpelstiltskin from "Once Upon a Time" and how she learned to use magic.

The deadly life of an assassin...Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.

The rallies of today's people become the shouts of agony from future torments. History tells us the voice of the people is merely an illusion.

Regina finally holds Snow White's heart in her hand, but something unexpected is to be found there...

A lament for when things aren't funny anymore...A fan poem based on the events of the Batman: Arkham video game series.

A poem about a ballerina with butterflies in her stomach and love in her heart.

When the love runs thicker than blood, what is left but to become part of the undying legacy?

Despite what you or I suppose, the truth will come to pass regardless. Will it be your truth or mine? Neither, perhaps?

What becomes of life when it's surrounded by death? Only those lacking the sanity to tell the difference could be able to tell you on this psycho path.

A short diddy that foreshadows a fantastic event.

When you love to the point of changing who you are, is it ever possible to return to the chick that you were? Or will you remain a phoenix for all time?

Just leave it to the chef!

Oh, to be able to keep track of it all! This plot is more confusing and complex than I first thought.

The infuriating madness caused by bloodlust never ceases until it is quenched in full. Will the blood rain upon you, or will you be a part of the rain?

How many are there of you out there? The ones who have dark souls and crave that darkness more than the light? Sometimes, it seems impossible anyone else will ever under...

The whispers in the corners of your ears, the eerie feeling of nostalgia when looking at an ancient bauble...ghosts plague us everyday.

Under the watch of the Ringmaster, we behave like good boys and girls. But what about when the Ringmaster finally goes to sleep?