Character

You’re going to get eaten either way, you might as well be ignorant, uncaring, don’t think too much of it, so many shadows, ghosts and demons in the abyss, they each seek satisfaction, and in the vast expanse of space, they’re hungry, and curious, whether you’re a bitch, a knight or a thief, a whore or a bard, so many questions, along the line, where do you fall, the fae and their tricks, wisdom and riddles, do you dare challenge them, where is your faith, is it possible they’re real, anti-magick in a vault, hey, the world needs engineers, the echo of who you are, in the vast expanse of space, was it a life god dared to live, Uranus and Neptune, work and money, hold on to your dreams, you never know, they could be something real…

Nest by the River

Is it a joke, or is it food, does youth exist, what is an anemone, or an angel egg, what is an alien, or girls with red hair, the Tuatha De Danann, eels and the milky way, where do these souls migrate, so much exists outside the scope of what I know, so many dreams on the horizon, to reach for each one would be greedy, to a hungry demon it would be needy, the fae, so many deep wells, they know quite well how to defend themselves, Cyberpunk or Star Trek, so much exists, and Renaissance fairs, I'm curious, but I'm wondering, do I even belong there…

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

Half of Your Grade

Everything is just the moon and her magick, as a poet, I don’t actually have any talent, she pulls, and she arranges, the sun and his questions, whether we’re food, or whether we're allowed our existence, this nest by the river, just a place to live, so many goblins and wolves, dragons and genies, such old beasts, so many are ignored, but they’re watching and they witness many things, passing judgement, according to interest, do you care to offer respect, are you paying with cash or credit, the universe is so big, and there are so many deep wells, are you satisfied as a sinner, or are you curious, work and effort, so many dreams, can a life be lived well, spirits and their motivations, domains and gatekeepers, whether you’re in or out, the sun and the moon, we all need to eat, life can still have meaning, money or food, selfishness and fear of death, sex or is your dick not working, what do you want, what do you need, I’m just asking, what can you live without?

Brownies

As a poet, I'm at most a medium for whatever spirit haunts me, my soul is old and has encountered many things, all sorts of ideas, and creatures in the abyss, they all have their interests, and so much aligns, the Southern Gentleman, under the night, we agree on so many things, a fairy under the moonlight, so much amounts to just sex, but as the blacksmith pounds away, coal, iron, and fire, ask yourself, so much cum, such huge boobies, pepperoni nipples, a brownie laughing, what makes any of this real?