Broken Doll-Poem (2018)

There was a small broken doll named Jane

She had black hair on her head, like a goth mane

On her back a broken fairy wing

With little bat ears to hear the darkness sing

She had a wee fox nose

To smell a beautiful red rose

The black Victorian dress she wears

Goes so pretty with all that black hair

Her one eye is black, the other just a button

She would love to go out, but she was kept as a shut-in

She had one tiny friend

Whom most would not tend

A little corn snake who she named teddy bear

He wound around her fingers and curled in her hair

Never loved, never mattered

Her tiny heart did shatter

But teddy bear did kiss her

He could never ever resist her

So her little heart did mend

And they were friends to the end




































The Arcane

I am writing a novel right now that is nearing completion. The name of it changes daily 😉 but the characters are always the same and I thought it would be a good idea to introduce them and list them so as to make them easier to keep track of when my novel is finished. They are where our myths and legends come from, so without further adieu:
The first group is The Arcane, A race of beings created long before us that collect the souls of mortals, by a superior being known as :
Perdition~ The High One. Controls everything in the universe and can appear as anything she wants, human, female, male, young, old, or from another planet.
Desdiderium/Damnation/Dire~ He is basically Perditions henchmen in three guises. The first is Desdideriun who appears more like a man and is the diplomat/ speaker for Perdition. Damnation is the ultimate warrior and the only thing that can kill an Arcane being. And Dire is the one who looks over all other species in the universe then mortals, mainly animals, and he comes in the shape of any animal he wishes.
Carey/ The Darkness~ He is one of the most powerful Arcane with immense powers.
Rowan~ Whose powers are generated by the stars.
Marcus~ Whose powers are stimulated by water.
Holly~ Whose powers are all fire related.
Skye ~Her powers are more seduction and sexual
Ares ~ Is all about combat and warfare
Jane ~ Collects the souls of poets, artists, and musicians. Perdition made her like a little bet but made her broken.
Marie~ Is a white witch and practices all things like Gaia the Earth mother.
Hecate~ Marie’s sister and a dark witch, her powers are that of the night and she is a Necroscope
Hunter~ Is a white warlock and resembles the fertility gods of old.
Mitch the Faceless~ More on Mitch later, but he will be the bartender without a face.
The rest of my characters are all mortals that have the distinction of falling under the radar of The Arcane who want their souls for a game to see who will reign supreme.
Gabriel~ From Scotland, owns a distillery
Hamish~ A good friend and coworker of Gabe’s, also Scottish.
Christian~ Who loves a woman named Rain. He is a bouncer and an artist.
Rain~ Christians lover and she is a shark conservationist.
Paul~ Sometimes an asshole, but ex football player and running for political office.
Cameron~ Who loves Virginia. Plays for Detroit Lions and wants to become sports commentator
Virginia~ Cameron’s ex lover who survived Hurricane Katrina and is haunted by horrific nightmares.
Samantha~ Who is looking for love and works in Publishing.
Zane~ Architect who brought Gabe into group from Scotland visit.

The Darkness: An Arcane Poem (2018)

The Darkness came like black tendrils of the night

Slithering and creeping straight out of a nightmare

He came for her with his macabre smile

“Come over here my dear and sit with me awhile”

“But you scare me to death,” she said with great care

For a coldness had entered her bones

Just not from the air

It was a warm summers night

But how to stay warm when you’re filled with such fright?

“There is nothing to fear.” he said with some glee

“I can be your friend there’s no need to flee”

“What do you want she asked with trepidation?”

“Just your soul,” he said

“So that I may grow my great nation”

“My soul!” she screamed with much terror

“Yes your soul, did I speak with some error?”

“To do what with? I need it to live”

“Not really he said, its easy to give”

“What nation do you speak of”

Her eyes starting to loll

“No business of yours so dont try to be bold”

She tried to run, anything to get away

But the Darkness surrounded her

Capturing his prey

And  as he took her soul from her quivering form

He laughed out loud and finished his swarm

“One day they will all be mine” they will all finally know

“That I keep what I take and I reap what I sow.”

Poem 8/5/18







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