A Goddess Un-enchanted By Time
By Kevin Vannoy
A goddess un-enchanted by time,
Beauty never fading.
When she sings, it makes you think of the
Mythical sirens that
Come out of legends.
When she speaks it sounds as if an angel fell
Out of the heavens and is
Whispering to you in your ear.
When she smiles, your everyday troubles are washed away
And you can’t help but to smile back.
She has lips that are the color of a blood red rose,
Cheeks that makes you think of a beautiful sunset.
When you hand goes through her hair, it makes you think of silk.
Her face is forever engraved in your memory, and just thoughts of it
Can give you warmth even on the coldest of days.
You feel as though her love is all you need,
It makes you feel like Hercules.
In your eyes she will always be a goddess
Un-enchanted by time,
Her beauty never fading
Away.
In The Time of Need
By Kevin Vannoy
In the time of need, when
The kingdom’s at its weak,
When the shadows of despair
Roll over mountain peaks,
Turn to those who still dwell in
Their ancient groves of green
And go to them whose fortresses
Are high and hard as steel.
Show them all the seal with
Two ancient beasts forever locked in a fiery
Immortal embrace. All their knees
Shall go weak, but not because of
Despair. They will come out of their
Ancient hiding places in lines of
War. Over fiery pits, metal banging
Against metal shall be heard
As blacksmiths forge ancient
Weapons anew. Bards shall sing
Of the day when a queen and kings
Of new ride together
Against mighty Forces
Of old.
As Archaic Evil Awakens
By Kevin Vannoy
As archaic evil awakens
From ancient slumber, all
Neoteric shall fall into the
Deep eternal sleep of death….
These things shall happen… If
Three enemy empires of old don’t ban
Together and send their future
Sovereign leaders on a perilous
Journey to stop an empire shrouded
By mystery and sorcery. The sovereign
Leaders shall go through many trials of
Old. These trials shall tempt their faith,
Honesty and bravery. The trials shall either
Crush or strengthen the spirit of the sovereign
Leaders. Shall they die or prevail on this long
And perilous journey, is yet to be decided
By the immortal fates of old.
The Old Sword Beckons
By Kevin Vannoy
The old sword beckons to
Be held, as it once was held
By the heroes of old. The two
Blazing dragons fighting an
Immortal battle on its hilt still
Clash with each other, even unto
This day. Shall you be the one who
Holds the archaic sword of heroes? It
Is not for you to decide. If it has branded
You the one who shall hold it. You may try to
Cast it away, like it is a poisonous serpent, but at
No prevail. The archaic sword has always been
Upheld as a strong arm against those who wish to
Hurt those whose blood still holds innocence. If
You try to ignore your destiny, your death shall be
On the very blade you cast away.
Deaths Kiss
By Kevin Vannoy
Deaths kiss is like
A first kiss from a maiden.
As your lips brush against her
Sweet lips your heart stops beating,
And you take a deep breath. Images of
Her face and the great times you had flash in
Your head. No matter how it happened, no matter
Where it happened the end result is the same. You realize
That it’s over you had a great time.
When death kisses you
Your heart stops beating, and
You take a deep breath. In your
Head images flash of loved ones and of
The great times you had. No matter how it
Happened, no matter where it happened the
End result is the same. You realize that it’s over
And that you had a great time.
Childhood is like a Fleeting Dream
By Kevin Vannoy
Childhood is like a fleeting dream.
At the start of a dream you don’t
You don’t really take any notice of it.
Then when it’s almost over you grow
Happy and never want it to end. When
It’s over you wish you can go back and re-live
It again.
Childhood is like a fleeting dream.
At the start of childhood you don’t
Take any notice of it, it just slowly
Progresses on. Then when it’s near its
End it speeds up just after you realize that
It’s almost over. When it’s over you wish you
Can go back and re-live it again.
The Feeling of Being Lost
By Kevin Vannoy
The feeling of being lost
It’s like being an ant on a leaf that is blowing in the wind.
The world spins around you,
You have a helpless feeling as you look at the world around you.
You don’t know where you are,
You don’t know your purpose,
You don’t know why you are there.
The feeling of being lost
It’s like being someone who was mysteriously teleported to the medieval ages.
You don’t know where you are,
You don’t know your purpose,
You don’t know why you are there.
You just go through the motions of everyday life.
The feeling of being lost
It makes the world around you go in fast-forward,
While you are stuck on slow.
You just go through the motions of everyday life, while you just look at the world speeding around you
Feeling incomplete.
Her Beauty
By Kevin Vannoy
Her beauty is that of an angel that fell from
The heavens.
Her eyes contain such beauty that they can
Trap your heart at first glance.
Her hair is a stallion’s long luxurious mane.
With each step she takes it flutters in the wind,
Increasing her beauty even more.
She shines with a radiance that captivates
Your heart.
When she smiles it makes your heart skip a beat.
It melts away the troubles of everyday life.
When she walks in the room your cheeks heat up.
When she comes near you your heart beats faster and
You get nervous for no reason.
She is constantly on your every thought.
The Feeling of Being Alone
By Kevin Vannoy
The feeling of being alone,
While being surrounded by many is the worst feeling ever.
Many praise you for your talents,
They say you’re a great person.
You have many friends and family that care for you,
But they all have their own image of you carved into their minds.
They always look at you with that image,
Never straying from it,
Never believing the truth.
When you try to show them the true you,
They look at you with anger or sadness.
They all don’t want to get any closer to you than they already are.
You try to get closer only to get pushed away,
Some use you for their own personal gains and benefits;
Then they turn against you,
Just as quick as they came.
After a while you hide yourself in an emotionless shell,
Avoiding contact with everyone.
You don’t let anyone get close to you in fear that you will be hurt again,
Though it doesn’t make deference because no one even tries to get close to you.
Deep inside you truly want someone to get close to you,
But it’s hidden deep inside so the emotions don’t return.
Life Is Like A Road
By Kevin Vannoy
The road of life,
At first the road is smooth,
You don’t notice much.
As you progresses, you start to notice that the road starts to get bumpy.
It gets even bumpier as you get further along the road of life.
You don’t think that the road can get worse,
But then time seems to slow down.
Soon it starts to get so bumpy that you consider finding a way off the road.
You don’t think that the road can get worse,
But then time seems to go faster
So fast that you seem to lag behind.
Overtime you begin to wonder will it
Ever be as smooth as when you first started on the road of life.
Wings of White
By Kevin Vannoy
Wings of white
Forever floating in the light,
They have such immortal beauty that it seems unconceivable that it’s contained in a body.
They have a voice which if you are fortunate enough to hear it,
You would think it’s a choir singing a beautiful song,
It can soothe a non-guilty man on death row.
Taint seeps in giving them a sad fate,
Turning the wings of white, black as night.
Now forever floating in the night.
Due to the taint they fell from their places of high,
A constant longing they feel in their hearts to go back there,
Stuck for an eternity in between.
Hatred for those who fell all the way,
Jealous of those who are still up high.
They are hated by those who are up high because of the impurities, and
Hated by those who fell all the way because of the purity that remains.
The Armor and Sword of Boltangar
By Kevin Vannoy
The Armor and Sword of Boltangar are ancient; they were made when the last of the dragons still roamed the skies. It is said that they were forged in dragon’s fire. They were passed down from each king of Boltangar, In till Boltangar was overwhelmed by a powerful and evil foe a millennia ago. It is said when the capital city was ransacked the armor and sword mysteriously vanished. What even more perplexes the minds of scholars for years is that the king was wearing the armor with sword in hand.
The shining Armor of Boltangar has two immortal golden dragons forever sitting on its breasts forever gazing at a crest. One dragon is the color of the dark abyss, that no life or light escapes from. This dragon rose from hell, it stands for all that is dark. It’s the father of all evil, the harbinger of the darkness. The other dragon is the color of freshly fallen snow; this dragon descended from the heavens above, it stands for all that is pure. It’s the mother of all things good, the harbinger of the light. The crest is of pure and golden nature, it depicts a man on a hilltop, and the man is wearing archaic armor that has two dragons on its breasts.
The Sword of Boltangar has a golden hilt, with a ruby as dark red as freshly spilled blood. The blade itself can never dull. It depicts two ancient beasts battling an eternal battle. It can pierce the strongest of armors with ease. The Sword of Boltangar has untold powerful magic that can only be fully obtained when you unite it with The Armor of Boltangar.
Thoughts Are Curses
By Kevin Vannoy
Thoughts
Thoughts are curses, they whisper to you to
You in your ear, so quietly that no one can hear
Them besides you. They whisper things about your life in
Such sad ways that they stab you with a dagger of sadness in the heart.
The dagger is coated with the most lethal poison depression.
The poison eats its way into your heart,
Leaving a path of destruction in its wake.
As the poison slowly consumes you very heart,
The thoughts become or dark and tainted.
They tell you you’re worthless,
And you don’t deserve the things you have.
After you think they can’t get any worse,
But they do.
They tell you nobody understands you, and that nobody wants you.
They slowly convince you that they are right.
The poison makes you forget that you have talents far greater than your fears.
Ideas that bring characters to life.
Dreams that take you to faraway places
Cursed At Birth
By Kevin Vannoy
Cursed at birth,
Forced to walk this world alone.
Looking around you, you notice many
Pairs walking together on the road of life;
Each carrying an end of string between the connecting them together.
When you try to send a string to someone
So you can walk together on the road of life,
It always gets burned and turned to ash before it gets there.
Sinister Serpent
By Kevin Vannoy
A sinister serpent hisses at a blissful kiss.
It has a servant that vents in distaste and anger.
The sinister serpent and its servant are much alike in many ways.
The former is vile, while the latter is a copycat of the other.
The servant is a hater of its master because of the redundant tasks he assigns.
The sinister serpent slowly slithers down the slippery slope.
The servant is like a shadow slowly following its master.
The sinister serpent is a sinful creature slowly slithering through the grass,
Its slit eyes gazing upon a bathing maiden.
A Writer’s Soul
By Kevin Vannoy
A writer’s soul is like a phoenix.
Its immortal passion is the phoenix’s bright flame.
As it ages it does fade, but it gets strong and brighter.
When its life comes to an end, it shrieks unto the heavens and
Flaps its wings using the last of its flame to kindle the
New born phoenixes around it.
Then its flame flickers out and it turns to ashes.
From the ashes it emerges anew.
By Kevin Vannoy
A goddess un-enchanted by time,
Beauty never fading.
When she sings, it makes you think of the
Mythical sirens that
Come out of legends.
When she speaks it sounds as if an angel fell
Out of the heavens and is
Whispering to you in your ear.
When she smiles, your everyday troubles are washed away
And you can’t help but to smile back.
She has lips that are the color of a blood red rose,
Cheeks that makes you think of a beautiful sunset.
When you hand goes through her hair, it makes you think of silk.
Her face is forever engraved in your memory, and just thoughts of it
Can give you warmth even on the coldest of days.
You feel as though her love is all you need,
It makes you feel like Hercules.
In your eyes she will always be a goddess
Un-enchanted by time,
Her beauty never fading
Away.
In The Time of Need
By Kevin Vannoy
In the time of need, when
The kingdom’s at its weak,
When the shadows of despair
Roll over mountain peaks,
Turn to those who still dwell in
Their ancient groves of green
And go to them whose fortresses
Are high and hard as steel.
Show them all the seal with
Two ancient beasts forever locked in a fiery
Immortal embrace. All their knees
Shall go weak, but not because of
Despair. They will come out of their
Ancient hiding places in lines of
War. Over fiery pits, metal banging
Against metal shall be heard
As blacksmiths forge ancient
Weapons anew. Bards shall sing
Of the day when a queen and kings
Of new ride together
Against mighty Forces
Of old.
As Archaic Evil Awakens
By Kevin Vannoy
As archaic evil awakens
From ancient slumber, all
Neoteric shall fall into the
Deep eternal sleep of death….
These things shall happen… If
Three enemy empires of old don’t ban
Together and send their future
Sovereign leaders on a perilous
Journey to stop an empire shrouded
By mystery and sorcery. The sovereign
Leaders shall go through many trials of
Old. These trials shall tempt their faith,
Honesty and bravery. The trials shall either
Crush or strengthen the spirit of the sovereign
Leaders. Shall they die or prevail on this long
And perilous journey, is yet to be decided
By the immortal fates of old.
The Old Sword Beckons
By Kevin Vannoy
The old sword beckons to
Be held, as it once was held
By the heroes of old. The two
Blazing dragons fighting an
Immortal battle on its hilt still
Clash with each other, even unto
This day. Shall you be the one who
Holds the archaic sword of heroes? It
Is not for you to decide. If it has branded
You the one who shall hold it. You may try to
Cast it away, like it is a poisonous serpent, but at
No prevail. The archaic sword has always been
Upheld as a strong arm against those who wish to
Hurt those whose blood still holds innocence. If
You try to ignore your destiny, your death shall be
On the very blade you cast away.
Deaths Kiss
By Kevin Vannoy
Deaths kiss is like
A first kiss from a maiden.
As your lips brush against her
Sweet lips your heart stops beating,
And you take a deep breath. Images of
Her face and the great times you had flash in
Your head. No matter how it happened, no matter
Where it happened the end result is the same. You realize
That it’s over you had a great time.
When death kisses you
Your heart stops beating, and
You take a deep breath. In your
Head images flash of loved ones and of
The great times you had. No matter how it
Happened, no matter where it happened the
End result is the same. You realize that it’s over
And that you had a great time.
Childhood is like a Fleeting Dream
By Kevin Vannoy
Childhood is like a fleeting dream.
At the start of a dream you don’t
You don’t really take any notice of it.
Then when it’s almost over you grow
Happy and never want it to end. When
It’s over you wish you can go back and re-live
It again.
Childhood is like a fleeting dream.
At the start of childhood you don’t
Take any notice of it, it just slowly
Progresses on. Then when it’s near its
End it speeds up just after you realize that
It’s almost over. When it’s over you wish you
Can go back and re-live it again.
The Feeling of Being Lost
By Kevin Vannoy
The feeling of being lost
It’s like being an ant on a leaf that is blowing in the wind.
The world spins around you,
You have a helpless feeling as you look at the world around you.
You don’t know where you are,
You don’t know your purpose,
You don’t know why you are there.
The feeling of being lost
It’s like being someone who was mysteriously teleported to the medieval ages.
You don’t know where you are,
You don’t know your purpose,
You don’t know why you are there.
You just go through the motions of everyday life.
The feeling of being lost
It makes the world around you go in fast-forward,
While you are stuck on slow.
You just go through the motions of everyday life, while you just look at the world speeding around you
Feeling incomplete.
Her Beauty
By Kevin Vannoy
Her beauty is that of an angel that fell from
The heavens.
Her eyes contain such beauty that they can
Trap your heart at first glance.
Her hair is a stallion’s long luxurious mane.
With each step she takes it flutters in the wind,
Increasing her beauty even more.
She shines with a radiance that captivates
Your heart.
When she smiles it makes your heart skip a beat.
It melts away the troubles of everyday life.
When she walks in the room your cheeks heat up.
When she comes near you your heart beats faster and
You get nervous for no reason.
She is constantly on your every thought.
The Feeling of Being Alone
By Kevin Vannoy
The feeling of being alone,
While being surrounded by many is the worst feeling ever.
Many praise you for your talents,
They say you’re a great person.
You have many friends and family that care for you,
But they all have their own image of you carved into their minds.
They always look at you with that image,
Never straying from it,
Never believing the truth.
When you try to show them the true you,
They look at you with anger or sadness.
They all don’t want to get any closer to you than they already are.
You try to get closer only to get pushed away,
Some use you for their own personal gains and benefits;
Then they turn against you,
Just as quick as they came.
After a while you hide yourself in an emotionless shell,
Avoiding contact with everyone.
You don’t let anyone get close to you in fear that you will be hurt again,
Though it doesn’t make deference because no one even tries to get close to you.
Deep inside you truly want someone to get close to you,
But it’s hidden deep inside so the emotions don’t return.
Life Is Like A Road
By Kevin Vannoy
The road of life,
At first the road is smooth,
You don’t notice much.
As you progresses, you start to notice that the road starts to get bumpy.
It gets even bumpier as you get further along the road of life.
You don’t think that the road can get worse,
But then time seems to slow down.
Soon it starts to get so bumpy that you consider finding a way off the road.
You don’t think that the road can get worse,
But then time seems to go faster
So fast that you seem to lag behind.
Overtime you begin to wonder will it
Ever be as smooth as when you first started on the road of life.
Wings of White
By Kevin Vannoy
Wings of white
Forever floating in the light,
They have such immortal beauty that it seems unconceivable that it’s contained in a body.
They have a voice which if you are fortunate enough to hear it,
You would think it’s a choir singing a beautiful song,
It can soothe a non-guilty man on death row.
Taint seeps in giving them a sad fate,
Turning the wings of white, black as night.
Now forever floating in the night.
Due to the taint they fell from their places of high,
A constant longing they feel in their hearts to go back there,
Stuck for an eternity in between.
Hatred for those who fell all the way,
Jealous of those who are still up high.
They are hated by those who are up high because of the impurities, and
Hated by those who fell all the way because of the purity that remains.
The Armor and Sword of Boltangar
By Kevin Vannoy
The Armor and Sword of Boltangar are ancient; they were made when the last of the dragons still roamed the skies. It is said that they were forged in dragon’s fire. They were passed down from each king of Boltangar, In till Boltangar was overwhelmed by a powerful and evil foe a millennia ago. It is said when the capital city was ransacked the armor and sword mysteriously vanished. What even more perplexes the minds of scholars for years is that the king was wearing the armor with sword in hand.
The shining Armor of Boltangar has two immortal golden dragons forever sitting on its breasts forever gazing at a crest. One dragon is the color of the dark abyss, that no life or light escapes from. This dragon rose from hell, it stands for all that is dark. It’s the father of all evil, the harbinger of the darkness. The other dragon is the color of freshly fallen snow; this dragon descended from the heavens above, it stands for all that is pure. It’s the mother of all things good, the harbinger of the light. The crest is of pure and golden nature, it depicts a man on a hilltop, and the man is wearing archaic armor that has two dragons on its breasts.
The Sword of Boltangar has a golden hilt, with a ruby as dark red as freshly spilled blood. The blade itself can never dull. It depicts two ancient beasts battling an eternal battle. It can pierce the strongest of armors with ease. The Sword of Boltangar has untold powerful magic that can only be fully obtained when you unite it with The Armor of Boltangar.
Thoughts Are Curses
By Kevin Vannoy
Thoughts
Thoughts are curses, they whisper to you to
You in your ear, so quietly that no one can hear
Them besides you. They whisper things about your life in
Such sad ways that they stab you with a dagger of sadness in the heart.
The dagger is coated with the most lethal poison depression.
The poison eats its way into your heart,
Leaving a path of destruction in its wake.
As the poison slowly consumes you very heart,
The thoughts become or dark and tainted.
They tell you you’re worthless,
And you don’t deserve the things you have.
After you think they can’t get any worse,
But they do.
They tell you nobody understands you, and that nobody wants you.
They slowly convince you that they are right.
The poison makes you forget that you have talents far greater than your fears.
Ideas that bring characters to life.
Dreams that take you to faraway places
Cursed At Birth
By Kevin Vannoy
Cursed at birth,
Forced to walk this world alone.
Looking around you, you notice many
Pairs walking together on the road of life;
Each carrying an end of string between the connecting them together.
When you try to send a string to someone
So you can walk together on the road of life,
It always gets burned and turned to ash before it gets there.
Sinister Serpent
By Kevin Vannoy
A sinister serpent hisses at a blissful kiss.
It has a servant that vents in distaste and anger.
The sinister serpent and its servant are much alike in many ways.
The former is vile, while the latter is a copycat of the other.
The servant is a hater of its master because of the redundant tasks he assigns.
The sinister serpent slowly slithers down the slippery slope.
The servant is like a shadow slowly following its master.
The sinister serpent is a sinful creature slowly slithering through the grass,
Its slit eyes gazing upon a bathing maiden.
A Writer’s Soul
By Kevin Vannoy
A writer’s soul is like a phoenix.
Its immortal passion is the phoenix’s bright flame.
As it ages it does fade, but it gets strong and brighter.
When its life comes to an end, it shrieks unto the heavens and
Flaps its wings using the last of its flame to kindle the
New born phoenixes around it.
Then its flame flickers out and it turns to ashes.
From the ashes it emerges anew.
