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Most applaud the dark thoughts of others, even look forward to the next, while the one sharing such thoughts simply wishes to be given a reason to no longer think them.

Starry Eyes Upon the window a starry night doth hang, And though the dim light constant, I find it somewhat strange. For what purpose does it serve, what reason could there be, Sure the common answers are there, But is it really all there is to see? Little tiny lights dance, All across the...

Those who have been to the darkest depths cast the brightest light, for they've learned to traverse the darkness to light the way for others so they won't have to learn the same lessons.

Most days I am certain of many things, though this day, I'm uncertain if this feeling is true loneliness or sheer emptiness from having cleared those feelings of loss. Perhaps time will shed light, perhaps not.

A lie wrapped in silk, a silhouette hiding behind a fake face....so many messages, so much time wasted.... And yet, I wish you the best. I'm unable to hate, it isn't in my nature to wish misfortune on another. I just hope one day you understand the pain you inflict on others.

After the amount of contact between men and women, I've come to realize that in general, men have almost no imagination or charm.... The ignorance is purely astounding. "I like dragons" and "Nice cock" are not even worth a reply. And ladies, no I will not consume you, if that's your thing, you...

They painted me as a strong, towering figure, breathing fire and brimstone with no fear. The brush strokes never to show the anger and the pain behind those saddened eyes of the beast.

Articulated words mistaken for poetry. Unfortunate, for the monster in the mind is much more terrifying than the one you are looking at with such curiosity.

Never more will I light another's path, for as they walked alongside me, it only led them to someone else.

I light the flames inside myself to burn away the darkness, though each time it turns a small piece of me to ashes.

Many times I have pulled back the scales guarding my heart, wishing a blade would pierce it to stop the pain brought by centuries of sadness....yet they swing at my impenetrable neck, an attempt to remove the face of the beast they see before them.

Sitting alone atop the mountain is freedom...yet also a prison.

In through the darkness, led by torch light....if only they knew their flame was not the only one that would light the path ahead.

Venturing out, the smell of dew on the forest below was enticing. I should have known not to leave the confines of my stone temple carved from the heart of the mountain. I wanted only to converse, but my words came as brimstone, my gentle whispers as burning flames. Watching as they fled in...

Dragons do not ask for treasures and maidens....they are offered to us.

As the bell tolls counting the hour, I find myself none the wiser than the previous time it's echo rang out. Another rotation with nothing to gain, untethered emotion left adrift. Nothing but words mixing from the past to the present reminding me once more of what could have been. Simple...

Those with the deepest sorrows wear the brightest smile. Ones with darkness in their own mind ensure those around them do not endure the same pain. The strong never show when they break, because they carry the weight of others so they do not break and to appear weak would mean accepting defeat...

Two more days until another year has passed, my gift, added labor to the tedious day. Each rotation, every passing of the last month, brings me closer to realizing that atop this mountain, I am indeed alone, both in body and in mind.

They seem to enjoy the chaos, live for the carnage. Time and time again, maidens untouched, kind, sweet, are sent as a sacrifice. Never do I devour, nor defile. Flown to far away lands to be given life anew among kinder people without such barbaric traditions, and yet, in my loneliness I have...

Many days have I wandered wearily through the empty halls of this now crumbled palace within the stone and metal, buried within the heart of the mountain. Many lives lost, forgotten among the dust and dirt. Many sacrifices made to no end. When will they learn, when will they value their lives...