Demon Keeper » I never knew my mother, I was never even told stories of her as a child. She was declared a heretic and my birth signified the end of the world. But there are always two sides to a story, or so I've been told. I hope I live to see that other side.

1Untitled just a poem comparing nature to cities

Shadows of hell Was writing a sad story when it hit me...

2These Silent Tears just a new poem i wrote

3The Grey House All of a sudden Diane heard the jingling of keys. It was the same sound as before and her heart began to beat faster...and faster

1Fading My first published poem about someone I loved greatly