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Author: Legion

  • The Curse from Madame Rouge

    The Curse from Madame Rouge Cloak shifts and the night is still, I find myself savoring the chill. Heart and earth in syncopation; A surge of fascination. The beat that built the firmament Now drives forth this devilment. I stalk the night’s humanity To feed and find serenity. You must know me for who I…

  • If a Bumblebee Can Fly, Why Can’t I?

    If a Bumblebee Can Fly, Why Can’t I? If a bumblebee can fly, I must question why can’t I? Will I find success or die If I should give it a try? Pursuing the idyllic dream, A chance at one clandestine scheme, I run and with a mighty jump Launch, through the air, this porcine…

  • The Man That Ruined My Life

    The Man That Ruined My Life He stands before me with eyes bloodshot from too much hard living. Bastard doesn’t even acknowledge my presence so it seems. But I know that he knows I am here. I’m always here. I always come back to him no matter what. He is aging. Rapidly. His eyes, as…

  • Glyphs and the Horror THEY Bring

    Glyphs and the Horror THEY Bring Legion 18NOV07 It permeates the core of my being, mangling my mind with its macabre madness. It has twisted my form into an incoherent mass of what once was and should not be. These visions have darkened this soul once strong and proud, deeply rooted within the world. The…

  • A Man Divided

    A Man Divided A man divided Exponentially fractioned, Subtracting from life. Legion 16SEP08

  • An American Portrait

    An American Portrait Canvas of infidel white. Decadent blue. Carnage red. Stains smeared Across a desert landscape In pigmented oil. Strokes brushed With the delicacy Of mortared precision. The abstract, Morality and mortality, Blends, Creating hues Of delicate imbalance Shaded With the color of Condemnation. The hue Of The conquered nation. Palette mixing contrasts, Perception…

  • Jacklyn

    Jacklyn Legion 5Dec07 She has gone out the door again. Like a silhouette within a shadow, she goes silently into the cover of darkness. The hunt has begun…again…and I can not stop it…again. I mourn for her and her loss. I curse my own and what it has wrought. Every night, the memories flood back…

  • In the Trenches

    In the Trenches Legion 16AUG08 Prologue The smell of dirt and death is an old acquaintance for Afanasii. His whole life he has danced hand in hand with the two. They are intertwined in his memory like lovers that have nothing in common but their lust for one another. He smiles at that thought, confusing…

  • Blood in the Key of a Jealous C

    Blood in the Key of a Jealous C Legion 23NOV07 It stands before her beckoning, dark and ominous. A blackish, hellish creature that calls her back into a moment she wishes to forget. A lapse of reason she had hoped would fade away into the grayness of insanity. Moments of clarity play through her corrupted…

  • A Walk in the Sun

    A Walk in the Sun He died yesterday. It is a loss that I can not quite relay to you. I sit here in the darkness of the parlor staring at his mortal remains. Memories flood my mind of days long ago. Days of his youth. Holding his hand in mine as we would take…