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vrijdag 13 november 2009
woensdag 11 november 2009
2000 thieves and beggars
Short indication of a new short story named 2000 thieves and beggars.
For almost a century, there was the group of 2000 thieves and beggars. In the beginning there where 2000 but seeing almost all the original members died, the group contained 15 strong young boys. The oldest of the boys listened to the name Cendreth - who turned twenty-four last week. The youngest of the boys was the seventeen-year-old Wayt. Though they did not look it, they where brothers. Cendreth who was in charge of the group of 2000 thieves and beggars, took little Wayt under his wings. Their mother died giving birth to Wayt and their father drowned himself on Cendreths eleventh birthday. At times, they hated each other, what brothers normally do. At other times, they loved each other so fiercely, that the bonds to protect each other grew stronger then ever seen before. If Wayt got in trouble on one of their raids, Cendreth was there to back him up, killing others, if necessary. Cendreth who came to thieves and beggars, because his father and grandfather had been there, took his little brother with him. It became their home. The man where cruel, stealing food, raping and killing.
To be Continued!
When i'm finished chapter one.
For almost a century, there was the group of 2000 thieves and beggars. In the beginning there where 2000 but seeing almost all the original members died, the group contained 15 strong young boys. The oldest of the boys listened to the name Cendreth - who turned twenty-four last week. The youngest of the boys was the seventeen-year-old Wayt. Though they did not look it, they where brothers. Cendreth who was in charge of the group of 2000 thieves and beggars, took little Wayt under his wings. Their mother died giving birth to Wayt and their father drowned himself on Cendreths eleventh birthday. At times, they hated each other, what brothers normally do. At other times, they loved each other so fiercely, that the bonds to protect each other grew stronger then ever seen before. If Wayt got in trouble on one of their raids, Cendreth was there to back him up, killing others, if necessary. Cendreth who came to thieves and beggars, because his father and grandfather had been there, took his little brother with him. It became their home. The man where cruel, stealing food, raping and killing.
To be Continued!
When i'm finished chapter one.
donderdag 6 augustus 2009
Decended
It has been a long time ago since I posted something usefull; I found a few months ago a new band. The band is called Decended and their from Finland.. I would like it if you would check them out!
www.decended.com
Also on my youtube chanel you can find their song Rock Till The Dawn.
Thanks for the time, enjoy the music.
Love,
Me
P.s. I just found out Decended is also at Blogspot.
www.decended.com
Also on my youtube chanel you can find their song Rock Till The Dawn.
Thanks for the time, enjoy the music.
Love,
Me
P.s. I just found out Decended is also at Blogspot.
woensdag 5 augustus 2009
Love is in your smile (Poem)
Love is in your smile
Close the moment,
Forever is lost.
Never to be heard again,
The beating of my broken heart.
Winter nights in bloom,
A crescent above the tides.
Find me hollow and empty,
I'm the seductress of this holy night.
Smile to me beloved one,
and fill my sorrow with grace.
As angel and demon,
our love is forbidden.
You make me feel alive,
Though I fear the morrow.
When our love has brought new sorrow,
And you leave me broken again.
As the sun breaks the dawn,
Hits the sheets of white.
Angelic smiles fill my empty soul,
I'm the seductress of your love.
Forever is here in your arms,
Together we stand in life.
Forbidden it may be,
But we will fight.
Forever is lost.
Never to be heard again,
The beating of my broken heart.
Winter nights in bloom,
A crescent above the tides.
Find me hollow and empty,
I'm the seductress of this holy night.
Smile to me beloved one,
and fill my sorrow with grace.
As angel and demon,
our love is forbidden.
You make me feel alive,
Though I fear the morrow.
When our love has brought new sorrow,
And you leave me broken again.
As the sun breaks the dawn,
Hits the sheets of white.
Angelic smiles fill my empty soul,
I'm the seductress of your love.
Forever is here in your arms,
Together we stand in life.
Forbidden it may be,
But we will fight.
zondag 31 mei 2009
maandag 9 februari 2009
woensdag 26 november 2008
Ravens Flight (Short story)
Raven's Flight
“The dark November afternoon the Raven flew”
By the man as thin as bones, a skeleton is what they said.
With a black cape over his head, his fingers were spread.
He assigned the Raven to go.
As she flew trough the darkness, imagined the rain soft by the dimming lights that glow.
The woman in white, who soaked in her tears,
For saw the fall of the Raven without fears.
She protected her life as she grabbed on to a knife.
She wanted to cut, but her tears made of blood, made her forget all of her life.
Drowning in sorrow, not wanting tomorrow when this Raven arrives.
Singing and dancing all the enchanted sighed as the Raven flew by,
Enlightened infringement with a pitch of self-distance, to answer her lonely cry.
She sat by the window and stared at the widow in white,
The Raven knew as she saw the man in front of her sight.
The moonlight was abducted, sword of seduction brew the lights away.
Shadows unseen, and just a man between,
But the widow in white still weeped.
Her tears made of blood and a single red rose, brought memories of so long ago.
“Why do you cry, widow in white?” asked the black hooded skeleton man.
“Do you have a name, skeleton man?” is what the widow replied.
“I have many names trough out the entire world.” said the black hooded skeleton man with a grin. “Call me Charon” he sighed in reply.
“Why are you here?” cried the widow in white.
The black hooded skeleton man, touched with the tips of his fingers the hand of the widow in white, who sighed, slowly died and shrieked of pain.
The Raven flew trough the open window at the sound of the widows cry.
She sat at her knees and shivered of fright.
For the widow in white, should loose her child.
The Raven opened her eyes and pecked in the womb, home of her baby who exiled.
Lost in the night, all full of fright.
As the Raven sprung this new born child
To young to take a breath, she died right away.
Beak of the Raven opened wide,
And she took this little child, who struggled for her life.
Forever gone, the Raven flew into the moonless night.
The widow in white knew that they took an innocent life.
As the black hooded skeleton man appeared, with a grin on his skeleton face. He clapped his hands and all was erased. The last tears of blood fell unto the floor.
The widow in white forgot, remember parts of her child that was no more.
This is the end, of that simple dark November night.
The End
“The dark November afternoon the Raven flew”
By the man as thin as bones, a skeleton is what they said.
With a black cape over his head, his fingers were spread.
He assigned the Raven to go.
As she flew trough the darkness, imagined the rain soft by the dimming lights that glow.
The woman in white, who soaked in her tears,
For saw the fall of the Raven without fears.
She protected her life as she grabbed on to a knife.
She wanted to cut, but her tears made of blood, made her forget all of her life.
Drowning in sorrow, not wanting tomorrow when this Raven arrives.
Singing and dancing all the enchanted sighed as the Raven flew by,
Enlightened infringement with a pitch of self-distance, to answer her lonely cry.
She sat by the window and stared at the widow in white,
The Raven knew as she saw the man in front of her sight.
The moonlight was abducted, sword of seduction brew the lights away.
Shadows unseen, and just a man between,
But the widow in white still weeped.
Her tears made of blood and a single red rose, brought memories of so long ago.
“Why do you cry, widow in white?” asked the black hooded skeleton man.
“Do you have a name, skeleton man?” is what the widow replied.
“I have many names trough out the entire world.” said the black hooded skeleton man with a grin. “Call me Charon” he sighed in reply.
“Why are you here?” cried the widow in white.
The black hooded skeleton man, touched with the tips of his fingers the hand of the widow in white, who sighed, slowly died and shrieked of pain.
The Raven flew trough the open window at the sound of the widows cry.
She sat at her knees and shivered of fright.
For the widow in white, should loose her child.
The Raven opened her eyes and pecked in the womb, home of her baby who exiled.
Lost in the night, all full of fright.
As the Raven sprung this new born child
To young to take a breath, she died right away.
Beak of the Raven opened wide,
And she took this little child, who struggled for her life.
Forever gone, the Raven flew into the moonless night.
The widow in white knew that they took an innocent life.
As the black hooded skeleton man appeared, with a grin on his skeleton face. He clapped his hands and all was erased. The last tears of blood fell unto the floor.
The widow in white forgot, remember parts of her child that was no more.
This is the end, of that simple dark November night.
The End
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