Where were you
At times of pride?
When I stood tall
And then just cried.
Where were you
In times of woe?
When the tears dried and I felt so low.
Where were you
When I was all alone?
Were you so cold,
With a heart made of stone?
Where were you
When I needed you most?
To me,
You've been nothing but a ghost....
Orphillia: Essence of dreams by neiljane, literature
Literature
Orphillia: Essence of dreams
CHAPTER 1
THE MAGE
The rain beat down intensely, turning the ground to thick mud.
Despite the rain, the guards remained stood at their posts on the castle steps, with thick hoods pulled over their metal helmets. Each held a long spear and a pistol at their side.
He watched them carefully, skilfully staying silent as he sat in the tree.
'They have gold. Lots of gold. And their armour would fetch a fair bit.' it whispered to him.
He smiled grimly to himself, clutching the red and black blade at his side, concealed along with a shotgun under the long, worn, knee-length black trench coat. His long, straight black hair clung to his face in
My heart,
Knows the chains,
That you,
Set upon my soul.
Weighing me down,
Sinking me deep,
Inside the love,
That you've stole.
You know,
The pain that I've been through,
The times you broke,
My heart in two.
And you,
Think you've got me in the dark,
But I know,
The times when you weren't true.
My heart will bleed,
And I will cry,
My soul will scream,
And you will lie.
Save me from this cruel rain,
And break these chains that smother me,
I'm begging you to hold my hand,
And finally set me free.
You're sinking me deep,
Inside my shattered heart,
Pushing me down,
Letting me drown.
You know that I cannot go on,
Whilst
What is this I see before me?
The angel of death comes to call me.
Beyond black shadows and veils of dark,
He ends my life,
With an unholy spark
The figure of death draws near.
Drawing all my hate and fear.
Binding darkness with unholy words.
His scythe is raised,
His temptress lured.
Oh, dark spirit embrace me.
Where this unholy world cant face me.
Beyond the shadows, beyond the veils,
Where life is nothing more,
Than fairytales.
We are the masters of reality,
The lords of our lands,
The kings of our world.
We are the masters of reality,
Who build to destroy,
Who learn to fight.
We are the masters of reality,
We start the wars,
We start the killing.
We are the masters of reality,
And the God's of sin.
PUPPET MASTER
Thou controls,
The sky the tides, the night.
Oh Puppet master,
Take me as thy fight.
Thou plays me,
Like a fool.
Oh Puppet master,
Take me as thy fight.
Thou dost sit,
In a pool of deadly sin.
Oh Puppet master,
Forsake me as thy kin.
Thou looks back,
Upon my eyes. Crimson. Sore.
Oh Puppet master,
I am thy puppet... No more.
It comes by night,
And dies by day.
With the dragon slayer,
It comes to play.
Silver arrow,
And corridor, narrow.
The dragon will loom,
May dragon slayers arrow,
be it's doom.
The book that lis within the shadows,
that was made from dreams and lies.
The ominous blood,
seeping through its pages.
The crimson wrists,
that flow with the sweet nector,
as unwashed eyes,
judge it for damnation.
You cannot see,
the unknown text lying in its pages.
You cannot understand,
the evil that lays in wait.
The rotted chains slip away,
leaving open wisdom and fear of crimson.
The red devil appears to you,
Though you cant see...
You cant see.
The mirror stands before you.
Holding madness, holding death.
Reflections show of what to come.
Holding madness, holding death.
You dare not look into its calm surface.
You dare look not look into your mind.
You dare not know of whats inside.
Holding madness, holding death.
With curious eyes, you gaze upon it.
Into madness, into death.
To what is held within its depths.
Into madness, into death.
A decayed form stares back at you,
Its inscribed runes glowing crimson,
With blood drawn from a weeping wrist,
Into madness, into death.
Your crimson runs dry,
Your eyes grow cold,
Your mind slowly slips,
Beyond madness, beyond deat
The flames of dark,
lash up from their ash filled graves.
The ominous night,
draws in upon the sun's envyous gaze.
The cold steel blade,
feats on the mortal's flesh.
The crimson is set.
A pool of dark regret.
The flames rise higher,
spewing grey essence.
The hour draws,
ever nearer to the feast of flesh.
The night grows darker,
to veil the hidden evils within.
The night is set,
holding forth a tear of upset.
The wooden dagger,
you set in a new sheath.
Bringing more crimson,
bringing more pain.
The hour is here,
too late now.
The sacrifice is set,
No tears, no regret.
From in the crimson,
you see its eye.
Its cold de
Orphillia: Essence of dreams by neiljane, literature
Literature
Orphillia: Essence of dreams
CHAPTER 1
THE MAGE
The rain beat down intensely, turning the ground to thick mud.
Despite the rain, the guards remained stood at their posts on the castle steps, with thick hoods pulled over their metal helmets. Each held a long spear and a pistol at their side.
He watched them carefully, skilfully staying silent as he sat in the tree.
'They have gold. Lots of gold. And their armour would fetch a fair bit.' it whispered to him.
He smiled grimly to himself, clutching the red and black blade at his side, concealed along with a shotgun under the long, worn, knee-length black trench coat. His long, straight black hair clung to his face in
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before I start, NO!
i haven't finished Unborn Angel...
But before you start,
NO!
I haven't scrapped it either...
It occurred to me, that telling Malakai's story would take away the edge and mystery that surrounds him, so instead, I'm charging on with the series, commencing with Fallen Angel (Possibility of a name change...).
Unborn Angel will be the last book in the series.
:)
On a related note, Two chapters away from finishing the editing on Essence of Dreams :)
WHHHHHEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Kudos!
NJ
Just to let you know, I'm not lazy!
I haven't submitted anything in a long time, but thats mainly because of all the other work I've been doing (and the lack of a scanner, of course).
So, what have I been up to?
Well, Apart from all the university work, and Christmas etc, I've been working on unborn angel (although not as much as I'd like), and editing Essence of dreams, which is about 50% through it's first edit.
Also, theres another necropolis production on the horizon, as well as a site I'm building, (but I'll tell you more about those when the time comes)
So! Just goes to show I'm not lazy.
:P
Peace out,
NJ
Yet again, another change to the series!
I felt that both Prince Istell and The last dragon deviated too much from the main storyline, so I moved them over to one of my future projects; ELDARA.
So, work has now begun on Unborn angel.... And trust me when I say, It's gonna be good.
NJ
my god its been ages since ive used this site, ok u may not even remember but i said id do some pictures based on your story so im back and il try get some more done, (hopefuly more thabn 1 this time ¬¬)
also, add me on msn if you wan, im online like at least 5 hours a day