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The Fate of Fortunato Damnable darkness oh yes, yes indeed. In the wall the shadows rise and tremble. My arms are chained, my feet held fast to bleed, Caught in this trap I watched him assemble Betrayed I was, at some perceive'ed slight. We walked in crypts, lured by the taste of wine, But taste of wine has long escaped my sight. Good wine be damned, 'tis now for air I pine. The chuck'ling of skulls echoes in my ears, Their whispers rattle the chains on the wall. The gath'ring dark no longer holds my fear, I laugh with corpses, jesters one and all. Here, this dark night my story comes to end Here, this night I'll find you Montre

 With a start McShane came awake. It was pitch black and for a panicked moment, he had no idea where he was. A shift in weight toppled him from his precariously balanced perch and slammed him onto the deck, his elbow striking the corner of something sharp. He could hear the sound of scuffling from nearby coupled with the labored breathing of one of the fighters. Something warm and sticky splashed his face in tiny droplets and he tasted blood. His violet eyes snapped wide open, all traces of his fugue gone. Activating his heat-vision he allowed the deck to suffuse with a faint red glow. From the glowing pipes that filled the left side of hi

  One never got tired of that rush. The thrum of the engines as the fighter rocketed down the claustrophobic launch tube, crimson warning lights flashing past and illuminating the ribbed tunnel walls. Soon it gave way to open space, vertigo inducing after the close confines of the fighter bay. This was freedom, this was glory, this was flight. As he banked his E-626 "Hellwing" in a tight circle, feeling the artificial g-pressure force his paper-thin lips back from gleaming incisors Einnïn Loinnir whooped. He loved flying. It was what he had been born to do, to soar through the great emptiness, his sleek fighter cutting the enemy to

The Clockwork Raven: Episode 1: The Hollow-Eyed Girl It never really occurs to one how bright space truly is until you see it from an EVA helmet where the only thing separating you from that great abyss is an inch of Lexan Polymer. The milky blackness, which at first seems impenetrable in populated areas, becomes more crystal the further from civilization one ventures; and indeed less dark for the stars have a chance to shine their own cold light when not eclipsed by the glow of the city. Drifting through the emptiness, and the black, one is also given insight into one's place in the galaxy, how small one truly is cannot become apparent unt

When the green knight holds the red moon high And the autumn sky is silv'ry clear The fires burn with smokey sigh And cornstalks led their heavy ears The leaves float down like crimson tears Unto points of grass, by rimefrost held Like blades of tiny argent spears Til' heat from fires sees them felled These fires stand, to each a side Their heat will warm the bodes numb Around them leaf-clad revelers glide To the beat of the hungry, darkling drums Held hight, the frothing clouds aride As four shapes shouded all in white Bring tithe 'twixt fires with solemn pride And brave the strange and savage night A cheer goes up as they r

Angel's weep and Daemon's Run When a good man goes to war The Moon will fall and drown the Sun When a good man goes to war The Knight will fall, the Dark will rise Love is lost, the friendship dies When a good man goes to war The Daemon's run but count the cost For though the bloody battle is won The lonely, little child is lost When a good man goes to war But the Angels never, ever weep The Daemon's never run For a good man never goes to war No, not a single one...

Oh I must go down to the sea again To the sea, the sea, the sea To lose the past, to leave the present And see what may yet be I leave behind the life I've led, Leave the broken and the dead The hushing waves and silent sand Have called me to my bed I stand before the great expanse To see the moon in solemn dance, The rarest sight a man can see As tide begins his cold advance Standing on the precipice I cast my gaze to the abyss To see the things that cannot be And sooth the wind with silver kiss A captive here among them now, The darkness forces me to bow Before the aching, dreaming sea I find I cannot recall how On I m