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I Am Grey

I am Grey. Neither Darkness nor Light, I draw strength from each While beholden to neither. I am Grey. Neither Good nor Evil I merely am, amoral Rejecting chains of all. I am Grey. Neither Master nor Servant, I need not others in anyway Save those that choose To walk the singular way. I am […]

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Grey Dawn

The grey skies show not a sliver of dawn and give no visual of hope. Yet the birds still sing.

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Mountain Song

The birds of the mountain sing in their freedom, unconstrained as they flit from branch to branch, no bars or restraints other than nature’s whims that make it intense and real and true. Their world is not fake or pretty nor safe, but they live and love and sing freely, celebrating every dawn’s treasured light.

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No Limits

From Boardroom to Bedroom; Boxing ring to diamond ring, I fear nothing and will risk everything for what I desire more than breath itself.

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Words Fail

Words fail to capture the emotions swirling through me. But no matter what I remain.

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Spring Rain

The rain is freezing as the wind cuts through the skin, chilling to the bones. Yet I am already frozen in my soul.

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Shield Maid and Axe Man

Some demons are stronger than man or woman, and must be battled together, else we all fall.

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One

The simplest of numbers, the easiest of concepts, the first of relationships. E Pluribus Unum. There can be only One. One Ring to rule them all. Over and over and over again culture cycles back to the singular concept, a Theory of Everything. A unifying ideal, Where the One is all That the many attempted […]

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Good Man

A good man is not weak, rather he has harnessed the beast within, holding the demon in check until the time when it must be unleashed. Ancient power, the storm contained and focused, the dark seed of Death and a capacity for evil set free only in dire need to protect the good, those he […]

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Love Burns

Early love is a blazing flame, passion and light, sparks flying and dancing. Mature love is coals; hotter and deeper, not easily quenched and occasionally flaring up when fed and fanned, embers igniting in the night with blasts of heat and light; the ancient shadows dancing once more.