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Dragania Cape WIP 2
Dragania Cape WIP
Could Like Working with this One
A Second Look
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Malinda Show Case
This Girl Is On Fire
Wishing Well 2
Etaine Wishing Well
Midnight Sapphire (DragonFae)
Rose (The Shining One)
Into the Void
Jux 2015 (Untouched)
Who Am I 2015
Spell Caster 2015
Jehnna - Red Dragon
The Square Ball
Welcome to my World
Am I Not pretty enough(2)
Am I Not pretty enough(1)
Lay Me Down
Failed Beauty Contest
Breathe into Me (3)
Breathe into Me (2)
Catching the Breeze 2014
Arch Angel Michelle 2
Arch Angel Michelle
Thats My Kinda Girl
From Another Mother
Breathe Into Me
Scene to be Seen
Extreme Vanity (Raw)
I got a new One
Project for Marina
Project for Mother
Project for Mother
To Dance the Dance
Rhiannon WIP 1
Tell me what do you see
Faranth, the Golden One
Faranth WIP 5
Faranth WIP 4
Faranth WIP 3
WIP 3 Faranth
Into the Night
My Dark Princess
The Queen Returns
Whats it all for
Hot and Lost
Elfos de Hielo Hermanas
Light the Moon
DOTM Black and White
Catching the Breeze
I Told You
Pendragon - Black and White
Who is to Rule
I Am Me
Edge of Existance
Back to Back
Heather Finds Herself
The Looking Glass
What to Wear
The Silver Branch
B and B
No Evil Sisters
The Dark Princess
Lack of Light
The Light One
The Dark One
What Did I Do
The Right Stuff
Turn to Stone
Eye to Eye
When I see You Smile
Out of the Distance
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Tree of Life
The following poems are randomly selected from part A of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
We are the "All Ferocious of the Fierce,"
Warmongers, strategists, destroyers of evil.
Known only as the Niknogard,
Seen only in the guise of a humble weevil.
The Dihpa are seen as a succulent dessert,
Believe you me, we all have a sweet tooth.
Our motto, for the Royal Tenders Guard,
Is, "Destroy all evil, uphold honour and truth."
To hear the battle cry of the Niknogard,
Will deliver a blow to the heart;
To the good, 'tis the blow of uplifting;
To evil, 'tis the sound of Death's Cart.
"Destroy all evil, uphold honour and truth,
Sever the roots, burn it's liars,
Uproot all evil, and as for proof,
We will behead, Nothing's Squires."
They came from crook and cranny,
Within and around the monstrous Two Towers.
Natas was speaking words of evil wisdom,
Upon the crowd that had gathered in the last few hours.
All forms and shapes of Assistants came to Mephisot,
Forming a large army at the base of it's walls.
They continued to flock for numerous hours,
Shouting answers in unison to Natas's war calls.
Sicta and Verda were made Bosses of the Flyers.
Gnal and Mian were made Bosses of the ground forces.
Natas started dividing both sets into two parts,
Giving each Boss their own strategic course.
Very soon the Bosses were to go on the move,
Taking their followers on a definite course of action.
Natas had all the time in the millennium,
To sit down and laugh at Kindaals reaction.
The tempestâ€™s bright white snakes had bitten Saracere,
In turn, the Assistantâ€™s hidden fortress was ablaze.
Who says good things donâ€™t come from bad,
Or that nights canâ€™t turn into days.
The blaze had destroyed the thick foliage,
That concealed Saracereâ€™s now blackened walls.
If it wasnâ€™t for the tempestâ€™s violent actions,
The Eleven would not have seen the ominous Ghouls.
The Ghouls are Natasâ€™s masters of ambush,
They are said to have come from the Ancient Lands.
Ghouls sneak up from behind their unwitting prey,
Attacking in vile and feverish bands.
Today wasnâ€™t their day, no not at all,
They had lost their element of surprise.
The Eleven conquered Saracere in simplicity,
As the tempest had opened their blind eyes.
Written by Dincara 1985-1986 Currently being illustrated by Ettenyl Laeb
The Wanderer's Wish
If I died in your arms,
Where would you lay me?
If I needed to be helped,
Would you come and save me?
All these questions that could be asked,
The answers, I need never know.
For they are locked away,
Only you know how high the roses will grow.
The colour of our roses,
Bloom in burgundy and blue,
Thorns of hatred are blunt;
Isn't this the way we grew?
A fragrance beyond all encounters,
Deep colours like blood flow,
Into our hearts, deepening this love;
Only you know, how high the roses will grow.
We are the guardians of the air,
Brothers of the underground Esor.
We show ourselves, only to the believers,
Who see us work without flaw.
Infiltraters, like the Dihpa, are our prey,
Disappearing like songs unsung.
We are the lords of all sight,
Fierce and tireless are our young.
We, the Dribydal, use illusion,
As a means to confuse others,
Making them believe we're harmless,
The Garden's lonely, tranquil lovers.
What a wicked web we weave,
Enticing the Dihpa, completely unaware.
Our dragon kin young, just attack,
Leaving the Dihpa without a prayer.
Nothing's Inhabitants pt 1
Here I stand in a garden,
Looking over a vastness of Nothing.
My friends stand close by,
Searching it's horizons for something.
We enjoy our own company,
As we know each other well.
Our domain is rarely challenged,
Excepting for the occasional cell.
Seasons change in favour for the foes,
Who march on Nothing's void.
Increasingly closer these villains approach,
Taking our sustenance into the void.
My friends shout, a shout of defiance,
Informing me of our Wandering Friend,
He visits on a weekly basis,
Delivering a blow to our foe's evil trend.