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A nation of suits united against themselves, unknowingly Self proclaimed patriots damned country, unwittingly Choices, evil over evil Wolves disgused as grandmothers While sheep bleet "I'm right, you are wrong, wrong, wrong! You made a bad choice, you don't belong, belong, belong!" Ridicule and belittlement Bitter rank resentment Unscientific fictions posed as facts Truth unsought, unfound The fire king rules supreme The ice queen kisses his hand, A sparkle of malice in her eyes Sharp satisfaction in his as he calls his bitches to heel Madness unfolds The veil will lift As walls go up And the world falls down At the feet of the Gods, Earth Ch

Echo 2016 NGN Flash, rash and deadpanned Light bulb sizzled and popped Out! Pitch the blackness, a bad marketing scheme Catchline, sweet darkness '3 for 3', 'And there will be 3 more' she said Surmise and a summary of ill feelings Dire prediction Numerological conflagration Burnt up and cindered Hallowed on the eve of hollow 'Entomb my soul and self and let's be done with it.' she said to no one Fill the silent void of nothingness with icons and ichor Prayers to idols heard, gone unanswered Or, The answer is No.

"No,do not see me."     -Bram Stoker's Dracula Closeted  (Soul Gender) ©2015 NGN A moment alone... Devoid of distraction  He closed his eyes to breathe To regain center he pictured his true self in his minds eye... Burnt carmel eyes Small mouth with full lips Cascade of chesnut hair framing a face neither overtly masculine nor overly feminine  Long lean frame with just the right amount of muscle He smiled to himself, Tight coil of innards relaxing. For the moment It was good to drop the patchwork armor he showed to the world Layers upon layers built up over the years. The second skin with

Dark Sagas 124 Song of the Mourning Dove Part I ©2011 NGN Sitting in a dank alleyway soaking up all the foul smells contained within while staring up at the sky towards a god that in all probability did not exist was not to Ivan's benefit. Closing his eyes, he expelled a breath, gathering strength and will to rise and do what needed to be done before Satin's return. Pushing up on his feet, he set upon the first mission- scouring the streets for Carlo. It proved a fruitless search, finding neither hide nor hair of the man anywhere. Cell off, and the reason obvious. Enjoy your mortal while you can. When Satin is back you won't have th

Dark Sagas 124 Song of the Mourning Dove Part II, Scene I: Ostara Rising ©2011 NGN †For Leanne 11:50 p.m. Easter Sunday 2011 It was late and the night was too warm for April. Despite the uncharacteristic heat Ivan wore a leather bomber jacket. It wasn't a chill in the air that inspired this choice but a chill in his soul. Easter, an event that once held great meaning for him had come and all was quiet. Tonight his abducted love Satin was to be returned. Ivan found it terribly ironic and strangely appropriate that Emeraude should choose a time of death and renewal to reunite them. A happy occasion and his happiness would have b