Prince Paul was first in line to become king. He was the eldest born and had two younger brothers and one younger sister. He dwelt in a time when the earth was young. Fairies, Sprites, Elves, Trolls, Sorcerers, and Ogres still lived throughout the land. The four-hundred-year war of men had ended ten years prior. After the war, the known world created twelve kingdoms. King Jonus, (Paul's father) was king of the seventh kin...

The hospital room seems cold to Ella's face and toes. She's not exactly cozy in the bed, but at least she seems to have an extra blanket now that's keeping her core sufficiently warm. She sways her head to the left as her eyes flutter open again – is this the hundredth time today? – finding the lights and beeps of the nearby equipment and monitors oddly consoling. In and out of sleep for the last few hours, she's physical...

“Are you coming,” she said, with that look in her eye, That bewitching look that could melt the coldest heart, And in that instant I became her willing slave Forever condemned to do her every bidding.   “Are you coming,” she said, with a tilt of her head And turned towards the open doors to the garden, Leaving me in confusion, should I follow Or stay, and forever know the pain of regret.   “Are you coming,” she said, and...

In vain I search for words enough To praise what I have seen; Your monuments of line and tone Standing grandly in between A past resonant with glories And a future yours to form From the tempest of your passions; Your art's life giving storm. As locks of golden serpentine With warring muscles intertwine, Flesh-locked fires intensify The burning blueness of an eye, While fingers, eloquently met, Tell of bitter love and swe...

Upon the rippling desert sandsHow silently she stands,How solemn, how lonely, how sereneAs she has ever been.Daughter of the Sun’s distant youth,In beauty and in truth,What peer has she among the fair,But then, what does she care?At evening, as the Sun declines,In warm and supple linesOf pale vermillion hue;She is a goddess born anew.With all the subtleties of shadeAnd countless colours made,The light will always caress h...

  Unfathomed night; thou conduit of dreams, Veiled sister of the lucid day, For thee I long, for thee I wait And for thy favour pray! Come and spread thy silken cloak upon me, No other raiment will I wear But thy ethereal garment Of darkness and sweet air! O goddess of soft, unhurried hours, Mistress of warm and whispered love, Guardian of peace unsullied; Thy silver orb above Solemnly proclaims thy reign established Unde...