Frodo felt the cold of the ring in the centre of his palm, he felt its possessive pull attempting to trick him into wearing it, and so he submitted to its evil will. The dimensions of his surroundings started to mesh together to blur the lines between reality and void, and Frodo felt the sinister force of the ring endeavour to bedevil him with its supernaturality. In the distance, he could see the...

It’s a roll of the dice,

Be it twice or thrice,

It’s a game of give and take,

It’s no matter what is at stake.

To rouse a Joker from its slumber,

To disguise a King to outnumber,

It’s a game of give and take,

It’s no matter what is at stake.

From atop a lonesome castle,

Is confined a lonesome damsel,

A sword rooted within a stone,

Yet, burnt at the stake, Joan.

It’s a roll of the dice ...

It dawned on me as I lifted the axe higher under the light to watch droplets of blood trickle on down my wrist and arm, that beacon of injustice that burned so brightly within me had only been a red-hot stake for a madwoman. “N-No…” I started to sway my head from left to right, and my many words of denial started to obstruct my thirsty throat. “N-No!” I hollered out in fury, my bloodshot eyes alon...

The four chambers swell with blood,

The valves of the heart shepherding its flood,

The flow of blighted blood from my right,

The blighted blood imparts its oxygen to fight,

The knighted blood in pursuit of my left,

The sinless blood flows throughout mine flesh as its quest!...

It was a young’un thrown down into a dungeon alongside mine own self. He had a head of red, and blue eyes too vivid in colour. Bawling, like a newborn without his mother’s presence.

“Oi, stop mewling boy… what’s your name?” I moved my shackled hands to distract him, yet the cackle of my rusty chains had done the job.

“M-My name?” The boy oustared the heavy chains around my bony wrists, suppres...

Dante set forth into the abandoned church, and the scent of rotting wood, smoulder and loam blackened his senses, he was overwrought whilst he trudged his way into the ramshackled house of prayer, a part of him absorbed itself in shrinking away at the glimpse of salient signs of rotting construction.

He resolved to unearth his habitual hiding spot which was in the basement of the decaying church,...

He wasn’t looking at me, he was looking through me. The beads of sweat upon his brow, pelting down the sides of his face, it was thanks to the burning of the candle in his hand that I became aware of the dread that befriended his cowardice.

“Leave me… Elizabeth. I’ve no time for your interrogation.” He swivelled away from me, counted the rows of books imbedded in the bookcase across us with his b...

Her hands were cold, yet her face burned from her fevers, the iron shackles around her ankles and wrists stained marks that seemed unerasebale. She decided to whimper out a tune from her childhood memories, was it for the moon’s amusement or hers? Now, that was a rhetorical question, for another to doubt, for she hadn’t time to spare in the wake of such an eerie night. Her lips mustered out words...

The craven Mason has to hasten,

For time is short for his nation,

His son is quite brazen along with his raven,

His frustration is in no way to chasten,

It is an invasion, time for evasion,

His raven is in no need to chasten,

Although, the son of the Mason has emblazoned,

He has begun a creation for cremation,

He hasn’t chastened, nor is he craven, nor is he graven,

His suasion above his ...

She, forged from dew,

He, could only ensue,

Presumptuous thirst lurking at the back of her reversed moonless gullet,

He, the animate fowl punctured with her bullet,

Elderly father if it weren’t for the future, you seek in me,

I’d be a lonesome boy by a misplaced creek,

Aodhan, you may be pretty but you are the son of a Saint,

Ailidh, “You do not know the way”, You say,

If it weren’t for that l...