Renegade-Faerie

The Wrath of the Black Death One dark night on the top of a hill, The four dark angels discussed their next kill. War, Pestilence, Famine, Death, Evil feared above the rest. Pestilence decided to give it a go, A disease so deadly, all would know. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse said their goodbyes, Pestilence's disease would bring tears to mortal eyes. The disease began in Asia, it then spread overseas. It was carried by rats, rats with fleas! Spices were bought, spices were sold, A cargo so deadly, you wouldn't live to be old. It arrived in England in 1348, It was like someone had opened a gate. Closely packed houses, filt

For the Dreamers and Believers, Who Have Always Been Taught That Dreaming and Believing Has To End When They Turn Thirteen aka For the Dreamers and Believers I've heard all the stories and memorised the tales. Never gave up on the myths and legends, Always had faith in a brighter, better somewhere, But you never seemed to care. 'It will go to your head', that's what you said, With reference to the fragile young mind. But its not so brittle that its easily broken, By people like you who say I live a lie. Grow up, grow up, grow up. Why don't you just grown down for once? At least try to believe. I'm living the magic you chose to ig

Convinced You're a beauty in the eyes of many, A jewel in a crown of thorns. The exception to the rules of evil And that suits me right down to the ground. We dance, hand in hand, In the ballroom of our lives, Twisting and turning, In time with the music of your perfect soul. I know what you are, And it means nothing to me. I'm captivated, held fast, Caught up in the chains of your incredible wonder. You are from nobility, Born with a silver spoon, Placed into your fanged mouth. Socially higher than me, yet you become lower than most. Your family name, Lives in whispers and shadows. Old gossips follow your clan's tale, And

He clears his throat and begins to read through his carefully prepared speech. It's been written four times over, edited by the best literary minds he could find at such short notice and, most importantly, comes straight from the heart. And that, in the end, is what really counts.  "Today, we acknowledge the dawning of a new era. An era where we no longer fight with pistols, rifles and tanks. Where the art of warfare is no longer an art and battles are fought with wit, cunning and tactical thinking. Our weapons have been thrown to the dogs, in favour of brain power and wicked mind games. We fight, not just for our freedom, but for our memor