That's it!

If those nuts try to comment on this post with more of your be-slubbering Pornographic Nonsense, they are admitting they are cursed idiots...

So post at your own risk. :)

Because only honor-less losers post nonsense like this. See if they can defy so easily who I am and what I stand for! Fools!

Verdigris

Oh, Hello there!

You, standing with your Roman blade thrust into the blue sky,

And your horse rearing up in its hind legs.

And You, your eyes

Gazing at the cars in the street,

Or else I don't know exactly what,

As four hundred years of wind and rain and reverent hands reaching to touch the hem of your riding cape,

Wear your spirit away.

And as he Verdigris

Pales your eyes into filmy green

Blinding your vigilance,

Like vermilion rust on alert, once-proud, whitewashed,

Fences.

griffin-song

T'was days long gone,

When stars had shone,

Upon the House Érdh-Keyün,

Tis' days long past,

And so, much hast

Been lost of the tale of Kyn-Griffin:

Part I

When all the world in Steward's keeping,

T'was when the Giant, old and sleeping,

T'was when the Stars were not yet weeping,

When all the world in Steward's keeping,

Dawn-light ran down rivers deepening,

of Mount Sandoran, and through the evening,

Waded through the lands awakening,

Dawn-light ran down rivers deepening,

Men then heard wind-song and the glint of the stream-lings,

And the green of the grass and the stars set a gleaming!

Though, "Folly!", cry men of our day, in our deeming,

But the Old saw it not, or not at all seeming,

Like children were they in they in the land of the fay-lings,

When Seamen of old went gallantly sailing,

When kin came from far, with good tidings hailing,

Like children were they in the land of the fay-lings,

T'was then when the Sky Lords of old were appearing

Who flew like the wind, and with the wind, hearing

The sounds of the sky and the hope on their wings,

T'was then when the Sky Lords of old were appearing!

Part II

Like torch ablaze were the Griffin Kings,

Who flew to find Mount San-T'Noran,

With tales of sorrow and of hope on their wings,

The came with shereth, and brought Numan!

NOT FINISHED! MUST EXTEND IN THE NEXT EDIT!

hmm...

Is this world more sad or more happy?

Where is the sunset, this twilight?

Why are there no colors,

No painted hillsides of blue and pink?

Where are the stars tonight?

Hidden neath the veil of clouds?

Wrapped around in the smoky robes of factories and urban-ness?

Where is tomorrow's dawn?

Hidden behind the hills?

Or are they gone, not to come again?

May God and the moon hear what I say this night.

Playground in Suburbia

Wet slides,
Happy Children,
Fat kid too heavy for the See-Saw,
Impatient mothers waiting in the rain.