Thadd's Writing Page

Welcome to the Poetry page, in here you will find pieces of writing by me and other poeple on the net.

What is in here...

The Quest - One the best parts of the page, i wont tell you what this is about and ruin the supprise...find out for yourself.

-My poetry section, I find if very self satisifying to express raw emotion through writing.

MY song section! my pride and joy for the moment

My opinions-What ever is on my mind lately, could be about Music, Poetry, Philosophyies, Sports, Politics, the list goes on.

Here you will find pieces of writing, and pictures from other people.

Coments? Questions? Email me!

Latest writing piece to come to my page...

Here is a new poem sent in from Demios, I really liked it, i was actually suprised in his ability. Good job!

A dark gloomy night has beholden the land.
With black gray shadows creeping up toward a band.
A small child wakes with a quivering fear,
as sinister sounds emit through his house;
all that he spies is not even a mouse.
Lonely is he, for his mother is dead;
gone was his father before leaving to bed.
Up toward the window go none, but the child;
A cold, misty land looks he for a while.
Glaring at him are two eyes of a cat;
seeking a foe so hidden, whom none can foresee.
A cold liquid drops from over the glass;
down goes it, a red trickle in grass.
Above looks he in quaking fear;
to behold a pale face amasked, frozen in cold.
Dead is he, whom was once a father;
iron attacked to wood holds his head upright.
A scraping hears he, coming from a shut door;
turns does he not, to hide its visage. with a contracting view, stares he, wild eyed.
Down falls he, to the internal abyss;
receives he, an icy kiss.
Now grasping with a horrid look, does he fall,
down into the eternal night to land in an evil place,
so dark and befouled, by starless night;
in the frightened land where shadows arise.
His hopes, now dimmed, as his last grasps fade.
To the eternal abyss, where darkness awaits;
to the horrid land where the sinister awake.
And sadly it is, that no one is there, to here him cry;
and so in tears of despair he falls down and dies.
And so doomed is he to lie,
in the land,
the land where the shadows rise.

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