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 Apr 2018 Xan Abyss
B Chapman
I penned your life,
sketched your face,
gave you breath,
and stole it away.

With the opening line
I knew where you ended.
I twisted your soul.
You believed you could fix it

I could feel your hair,
see the tears in your eyes,
taste your hope,
as I fed you with lies.

You're as real as a thought
and I am your God.
Am I so cruel
when I let you be loved?

Your fate is not so harsh.
I let you hold her hand,
but only through the veil
once I allowed death to descend
 Apr 2018 Xan Abyss
Kelly Rose
I don’t need sugar or vinegar to
Entice you to drink my cup of poison
I am a savior, a black widow, who
Lures you to my dark web, disguised as the sun
I am a chameleon who changes
To satisfy every need, until you
Can’t live without me, no matter how strange
You’re my new toy.  I will give you no clue
To the pain I will inflict with pleasure
Not only will you love my deadly poison
You will crave its taste as if it’s treasure
Yes, your pain pleases me beyond reason
So, come and ******* darkness, it will be
Beyond imagination. You will see!

Kelly Rose
© March 23, 2018
14 lines.  This is not a sonnet.  I hope you enjoy the tale
 Nov 2017 Xan Abyss
Mane Omsy
Grinning at the memories
She left in my conscious mind
Like everything still seems present
The cherished times at her laughs
Left smiles of regret to take a chance

Through this road with music
Louder than the wilderness
Good Will Hunting final theme
I have to go see about a girl

The road longing as I accelerate
Take me to her heart once again
Make it my home in her forever
To return everyday and night
hope you're fine
I’m alive
To the world
And all its wonders
In an instant, I am frightened
The fire resounded towards our camp
Tussling waves of water ricochet outwards
An unstoppable dragon of death headed my way
Scowling ferociously towards the life it will soon consume
I hear a scream from my mom that pierced the flames and shattered sound
As the heat became unbearable the last words I heard just before I died were I’m sorry
Time seemed to slow in my final seconds as my flesh began melting off
The tears running down my face began to boil into the sky
No one dare tempts the dragon’s rage as it feasted
Consuming my frail life with no hope for escape
Trapping my soul in an endless sea of inferno
I will not sleep beside this creature
I will mount it throughout hell
For all eternity
In death
 Nov 2017 Xan Abyss
Lyn-Purcell
Sunborn scales of the Imperial Dragon
  
     whose body is entwined in a purple cloud.

               His feathered tail whips around with vibrant colours as it

   is  like the peacock's beloved eye of the Emerald Seas.
  
With coiling whiskers of fiery carnelians

              and eyes born of liquid sunrise
                  
                    whose roar rattles the sky and cracks the Pearl Moons

           and out pours the Virtues of Harmony, wingless dragons

who dance to the music of the Heavens and it rains silver feathers,

            wind-beaten. Sweet, soft, feathery wishes that perch on my

                    shoulders that brings me tranquil seas.
A poem that I wrote in my journal by looking at the night's sky.
He is the last of all the dragons

With the fire in their hearts.

On the mountainside he lounges,

And drinks himself apart.

Languidly he lies about

And lonely, he does sip

From his large, golden goblet

Till there’s nothing but a drip.



You see,

Once he had companions,

Fellow Dragons like himself;

But then there came The Great Flood

Which moved with speed and stealth.

It rushed over the plains so fast,

Crushing all that crossed it’s way.

Dragons everywhere fell tumbling to the ground

With a roar and a rumble;

Such tremendous sound.

Dragons fell about with a mighty, splashy thud!

Now the land is all in tatters

And dragons beneath the mud.



Apart from the lonely dragon

With the fire in his heart.

He sits upon the mountainside

And he drinks himself apart.
Written sometime in 2012
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