FireSomewhere, in the world destroyed many eons agoA legend of a beautiful woman existsWhich had hair as red as the carrotAnd the eyes as yellow as the bright sunlightShe didn't have power in handsBut she has always been able to create adventure from dangerIn her agile stilts she plaited songs and dreamsAnd with her sword she cut throats of her enemiesShe first sailed into the distanceShe first saw the beauty and the atrocity of the unknownShe was first pirate woman on these watersAnd her legend is radiating it's own brilliance as diamondFor her strong gales and storms were not terribleShe led her longboats to the victor
SacrificeThe old temple of ancient god Set was in almost complete ruin. Once the god resided here with his maidens and priestesses but now only the desert wind was playing with the walls and making the strange, cry-like sounds. On the ruined and cracked floor, on one of the broken columns was seating young red-haired man in white robes and black leather trousers with a lot of chains. He had this malicious smile on face that was the sign he had something...well, malicious on his mind. On the ground was kneeling young woman; she was crying."Say my name" the man said it with amusement in his voice.The woman stopped crying for a second and looked with
This isn't the worldThe beauty escapes, leaving standing black debrisLeaving a shapeless mass of mutilated memoriesPushing dreams into the ground, bleeding from numerous woundsIt is not a world I want to rememberCrying children on the streets, among garbagesViolence and screams, all so beautifulMy eyes see views and places that oncethough not perfect, were alive, were almost normalThis is not the world I want to rememberSomewhere where they do not look back, they are monstersWho wish to come into the world among the pain and silenceThese voices, however, do not let them leave the abyssBut their eyes can see the empty buildingsThis is no
Dark AwakeningThe scent of pleasure on my lipsLike a delicate flavor of eternityI feel everything so strong and closeWith my skin like white silk on the dark skyMy eyes see different stages of lifeMy birth, my victories, my failuresThe terrible visions of the unknownThe dark visions of the eternal sufferingI want to bite, I want to screamI want to become part of the nightI am the creature of the Great AtrocityThat created me after I BecameThe smell of dust, the color of redThe strongest parts of my perception nowDifficult to tell but so easy to feelThe new dream arose to possess the dreamersI will take your hand, the duskA
FallCrawling up the wall, leaving black marksLike a spider surrounding the world by his netYou are trying to catch me in your dusty cobwebNot asking about my innocence, the purity of heartWith enthusiasm catches my fearfull looksLike a serial killer, hungry for a view of humiliationYou are trying to put me on your knifeNot asking about my feelings, bursting in my chestPour around the water of life, giving meaning to existenceLike a god of stone and steel heartEat my guts with a sick pleasureNot asking about the fire in my chest, filling meI drink your blood from the crystal cup of pleasureLike most beautiful vampire, chi
Mutation. 1.1"Help me ... Help ... get her away ... it ..."Silence. Only sounds of spring night; the wind, lightly buzzing insect, very quiet, barely perceptible sound of the footsteps of a small animal in the grass covered with frost, neighborhood dog's bark, who was alarmed by something. But it were the natural sounds of the evening life, which is not quite asleep. In addition, the deep silence enveloped the small town named Hole Valley, which 300 years ago, a boor named a hole. Now, however, the name didn't fit here because the city has grown and modernized, and although it certainly was not like Los Angeles or Miami, it was not a village. Neither h
KrolowaW komnacie zapadła cisza. Popołudniowe słońce rzucało cienie na ściany, bawiąc się plamami światła, niczym kot myszą. Królowa Rabra zacisnęła pięści w niemym geście bezsilnego gniewu. Ta sytuacja była dla niej nowa, zazwyczaj to ona rozdawała karty, to ona patrzyła na wszystkich z góry. Była przecież królową, a królowe zawsze wychodziły zwycięsko z dworskich starć. Jednak on odkrył jej sekret. Zawsze był na miejscu, gdy robiła dosłownie cokolwiek, on, albo jego przeklęci szpi
Pirates are so funny!"Captain, we won't make it! They are far much stronger than us!"The shout of one of her crewmates pierced the air. Sophia was aware of that but she couldn't leave the governer's ship without a map. It would be like all lifes that were lost in this battle were lost for nothing. She sank the blade of her cuttlas in the body of one of the officers, with pleasure noticing the flowing blood and the smell of fear. She always took the pleasure when she was killing and when it were people of her sworn enemy, it was double. She turned back just to meet other of governer's soldiers with a pistol turned into her head."Brackett, that is your end" he
Reupload: The QueenThe queen clenched her fists in impotent gesture. She was in hands of this beautiful creature that was Raithea and he knew that. He could tell the king, do what he pleased with her son...that thought was too terrible to even think about it. Queen heard a lot of terrible things about this child who were adult. He tortured, murdered and plotted in many ways but her lord husband was amazed by his charm. Maybe it too was the job of Raithea?She fell on her knees before little kid he was and looked at him with anger mixed with begging in her eyes."Raithea...""Don't call me my name, Your Highness. I am Lord Rhuitaure for everyone, even for you
RaitheaMany, many years ago, the elves were living in the world of Karmala in association with nature and sun. They were forest children and all they needed was fresh water, fruits and company of cheerful friends. The appereance of humans changed everything, Elves, pushed from their forests, started to act like them, build palaces and manors, wanted more and more and jumped in social ledder as high as they menaged.But humans were greedy and didn't like elves amongst them. They started to bash them more and more until elven lords didn't make a revolution that ended with war and failure of the children of nature. Humans made slaves from elves and ma
Space and Beyond 1.101. Space journeyThe effects of interference are sometimes unbelievably bad.01."Close-up" the screen increased, showing a collection of stars, an elliptical galaxy in the far corner of the known universe."This is Hix galaxy" said a man standing near the screen. A group of people sitting on chairs behind him, dutifully looked in his direction, trying to see any of this "extraordinary things", as chief scientist of extraterrestrial research center was going to show them."I know that it was difficult to push up there with our satellites" the man smiled, though a bit nervously. "But this galaxy must be known once with farest of its elem
Burning...She was hope for the tormented souls and for those who - treading the path of darkness - committed horrors of the nightShe was like a storm, like a mighty wave, inspiring humanity from the swamp of stagnationShe was beauty and ugliness, last resort, and the curse of millions.When she paced, the fire was behind her, devouring the souls of little onesWhen her rippling laughter rose above the heads of the chosen, was heard as the announcement of the war and the joy, beauty and destructionWhen you condemn her, you yield, when you loved her, died ...but at the same time ... you all wanted it, or condemn, or loveShe was a river, carry