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The Marigold Gazette Folton Hammereld Staff Writer (Khan Family U-Scioning, OleGron Hall)-His Excelsior Magnificence Jarrion Khan, son of the indomitable Volamiger Glowen Khan has donned the mantle of his late father today in a magificent gathering of place-planet-here's elite and the question on everyones' lips today is, "Can the young merchant prince live up to the highly esteemed and incredible legacy his father leaves behind?" The young prince arrived this evening "fashionably late" and if fashion maven Ignatz Velkana is to be believed, "Fashionably Extraordinary!" Immediately upon his arrival I observed a murder of young and not so y

 Hot sunlight poured down through the scant cloud-cover of the southern port of Severin.  It bounced off of the pale white stone of the city’s more wealthy neighborhoods, and soaked into the dark wood of the poorer buildings.  Severin was one of the more active ports on the Circle Sea, it’s placement at the mouth of the Burnell river delta making it the fastest route to inland transportation of goods.   It was built, as many delta towns are, on canals and waterways, making the actual streets of Severin rare and generally made of wood platforms strung together that could handle the shifting lull of the tides.  Only as the buildings

Precious Dripping Like a Spoken Word To fall Blood-red An Egg a Veined Heart Birthing tearing its Shell Emerges a Creature of Wonder of Awe the Hands of a young Woman lifting the precious find precious burden finding Joy  -  Awe  -  Love born on Fluttering wings she gives her love to the World    

“Hope” – August 1998 I lurked in the inky black Forever more the tunnel stretched On and on down the rusty track Seemed not a life but something wretched And ghosts of all my fading dreams Haunted each agonizing step Wailing from a sea of Screams To my knees, to the ground, I stumbled, I wept Behind me strayed Memory, History, Regret The cold stone of the Floor Gave no succor against the dread Of the endless black to the Fore Then lashed was my soul, so tattered, so torn The ragged shreds of life taken By the harpies of loves forlorn I pushed up and on, my peace ever shaken  Of an age, for

The Love of the Troll King Fluttering Flittering Fear  Such a Hostile World Pressed down on her  With a terrible Snarl Torn were her gossamer Wings  Guarled her glossy Ebon Tresses Bruised her soft delicate skin  Tattered her leafy dress Pressed Pursued Prowled  Animals stake her path Harrying her to and fro  Screaming at her with their wrath Escape, Escape she thinks  Before her rose cavern dark Into it’s gaping mouth  There to hide her spark Wrath Wroth Rage  The cavernous depths Shook by the Tool King’s ire  Stirred her from where she Septemb

(Untitled) Why you, my Love Reflections of Our lives entwined Turbulence and Turmoil Warmth and Joy Our own Wishes Each And those Twined so Lies and Laughs Tears of Sorrow And of Joy So many facets Of a Love Where in my Heart I see only You

Wrath is eating me inside As I try to bind my Fury Frustration at this civilized age That denies me the Rage of my ancestry Impotence in this time of laws That steal my right to give Death Anger spars against Despair Creating Hatred in the Darkened parts of my soul Can I hold back the Madness   Curled up into a tight ball of despair I hide from the cold of this life The tattered remains of my soul Drift away into the lonely void Gathering the fragments of my heart I skulk away in shame of my humanity No one may see the tears caressing my face

MUSE Cold Wind Blows Through the Lonely Thoughts Heart Still for Want of a Beat Can the Fiery Hair and Caring Soul Fill Again the Chill with Heat Pain and Longing Scream and Scratch Steering the Rush of Thought Along Paths Little Tread Will She, the Muse, Capture the Coal And Steal it Back from the Dead

FRUSTRATION thrashing against all fate whose baleful grip fades but not rearing head and burning eye sorrow has fled feeling nothing under touch grasping at each opportunity fear lurking about waiting tears fall to grassy earth hope from a finite wellspring drifting here and there borne on the halcyon wind

DESPAIR Drinking bitter from dirty glass Eating ash from stone gray plate Sorrow leans in to speak the past Piling on blackness that never abates Absent from your shining grace I crush my hands against my face Raining down tears in this empty place