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Portfolio Entries from Nihilium 7th

  1. Nightmares Requiem part 1 (Alabaster dream)

    The sounds of heavy locks snapping open snatched Westley from his slumber. He wasn't used to people entering his cell so late in the night, "This better be good Bass, its three in the good damn morning!" he groaned as he sat up in his large pillow-top bed. "I'm not paying you to.". As the door opened he realized that the man standing before him wasn't Dr.Bass. He was dressed in a white suit with crimson threading and a white mask with scarlet markings in the shape of a skull. "Hello...
  2. Revenge

    *Note: This was written by a friend of mine to help him get exposure. Staring out over the courtyard, he felt strangely calm and peaceful, regardless of the fact that the sun was directly overhead and pelting him with its fierce rays. He sat above the archway that led directly into the main hall where the King held court every second Sunday of the month. It was a precarious place to sit and mostly only birds ever sat there but, he had found as a boy, that he was not afraid of heights. This...
  3. The Tower

    My hand grips this fate stained blade dripping with glee And my shadow laughs as all my fearsome enemies flee I stand within this starlit dune and breath in my power And I prepare my self for the climb of the deadly tower For upon its lofty and shining crest is a bridge to heaven But guarding its mighty gates are the deadly vices seven As I trod upon the seemingly endless dry sands of time I know the vicious sins could not touch one free of crime They snarled as they...
  4. Broken Path

    Through the thick mist of doubt and trust we trod through dreams now turned to dust Many have haven fallen to the blade of fear they gave up and fell victim to its snare They could not stand to bare the eyes of death before it spoke they relinquished their breath But here we stand in the midst of the aftermath We will not fall or fear on this old and broken path.
  5. Covered In Ashes

    In the midst of the sleeping storm I feel life crawling into my pores, the pain of thought causes boiling sweat to clean and heal my sores. I remember how I gave up and cast my will aside to sloth and greed, but deep within my dormant corpse my passion slept inside a seed. Never again shall I submit to the whispers and songs of doubt and fear, my strength lies in my passion, will and faith and I will hold them dear. So I will gather strength from the lessons gained from the...
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