Within these pages are some of my prized pieces, from my cherished authors, friends and myself. My personal favorate poet is Edgar Allan Poe.

I do hope you enjoy the dark writings.

ALONE: by ~Edgar Allan Poe~

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were ~ I have not seen As others saw ~ I could not bring My passions from the common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart and joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone. Then ~~ in my childhood ~~ in the dawn Of a most stormy life ~~ was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold ~ From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by ~ From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

BLACK ICE: by ~Myself~

Walking in the forest enfolded in the dead of night,

walking by a lake shimmering,

you turn and look and find nothing there,

but yet you hear it behind you,

you continue to walk when you hear it again,

shuffle, shuffle tap, shuffle, shuffle tap.

You walk faster as your heart beats fast you turn around as your breath catches the in the air,

shuffle, shuffle tap shuffle, shuffle tap.

you say to yourself "oh what is this following me?"

You turn and see blackness.

Through the forest you walk with swift of pace,

you hear the sounds echoing in your mind,

you envision your worst nightmare to pop up before you.

Then the sound stops........

As your heart begins to beat in it's normal time,

you walk slowly and reflect on what it was.

You turn a corner,

and before you know it,

You smash though Black Ice,

and reflect in the bitter cold,

as how this became to be,

drowning and dieing under the black ice.

SERANADE: by ~Edgar Allan Poe~

I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from my dreams of thee, And a spirit in my frrt Has led me ~ who knows how? ~ To they chamber window, sweet!

The wandering airs they faint On the dark, silent stream~ The champak ordors fail Like sweet thaughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!

Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is white and cold, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!

My darling Angel, Today we were apart, and I felt as if a piece of my heart was gone as well. How difficult it is to know you are not nearby. I ache to touch you, to run my fingers through your hair, to caress your being, your soul. You are the sweetness that courses through my veins; the same sweetness that fills my life... I feel cold. Not even the sun can wrap its arms around me the way your love wraps its warmth. I am one, alone without you. Oh, my love, Angel, no one can take your place by my side. Together, entwined souls, we become for eternity. If you would just return... Do not linger, for in your absence I become paler. My sustenance fades, and my destiny seeks your face. Circumstances have separated us, but our love will never be divided. I love you from the depths of my soul: always and forever... Mark

COLD: by ~Myself~

As darkness falls upon me o'ercast, I find myself alone at last, Even though you hold me near, It is your heart I do hold dear, But within the folds of your sweet embrace, I am still cold inside.

Oh how love seems cold and dark, Even though the light in your eyes enflames a spark, within my lonely heart anew, with only pictures of you, It still creeps the cold within.

Oh how I love you dear, when you are pressed near, but when the sun begins to shine and when our love stops time, Only then will the cold fade.

As time enfolds, more words will be cast.