Long has wandered that light golden angel
Throughout his misty and wavy steel lakes
So then came out the bloodied fire-vamp
Come forth did the intentional spell
To reform him from flat-brain to whole book
Dare he did to submerge in the coffin

Drawn forth was the liberated white swan
Reborn-ed into his new game of life
Taught he was to watch the fellow body
Now blessed with weapons of care and sustain
Free from stagnation now an angel was
As she strives to fold him for poetry

Forever will he enthrall the vampire
To dip into ink pots her capped feather
Would she truly believe the hate she yells
Then no more would she keep the word-smithing
A royal road of verse and rhyme exists
With no end in sight there to her grand words.

The lack of care stumbl’d thee through the gate
By fortunate accident, thou hast entered her house
Its darkened walls allow thy soul to elevate
Slipping through curtains, I bet thou feel like a mouse

At the deepest part of her esteemed castle
Beware when thou stare down her great coffin
Best not open, lest thy become her vassal
No hope for thee, since real escape does not come often

For this royal coffin is the egg of her plots
Run while thou can, hard to clean up’s the possible bloodshed
Thankfully, there’s no need to let fate cast thy lots
Come on thee, take flight and let wings spread

Aye, thou would be lucky to not become part of her mountain
Happy to see thee leave, but I alas remain to fuel her blood fountain.

See here the papers that open the world
Those that go missing when the skies go whirled
And yet the tutorial has not for me told
A dangerous action that’s quite bold
You must take the papers, surround the neck
I feared as much, you made a comedic blank cheque
Unable to move freely without some mischief
My whole body because of this is all stiff
The terror of the blue port book is its sudden appearance
And my body is left without any clearance

Embody I do the world of great PEAK
I fear naught but the purple-ed scout vamp
She who makes the swan and bunny stagger
In service of occult and vexation
Most infamous is the power of choke
Beware all those who try to run from her
Even with power of forced air and flight
I cannot ever escape her long sight
But get it here, another crazy rub
I stick myself within her sleeping world
And she herself sinks her fangs into mine
Forced to surrender my blood for all time

The naturally graceful water-bird slid into the archive
Oblivious to the outer world, then once came the vamp
She offered to uplift the archive and beyond with her literary stamp
How could he reject this, his prime motive has always been to thrive

When cruel wind forces the two to face their lack of stealth
First, she began to embrace it all, starting the dance of death
Then the wet-plumage gave a message, questioning how it did not harm her health
He reminded her that which lives in lakes might be servants of Seth

All she did in response was to give a great old laugh
‘You’re in my mind saying that, but relax. For I shall teach you embrace the water’
‘Actually, I also fear Seth as he seizes me to take me to the slaughter.’
So then the vampiric lady leaned down to craft a magical staff
Proclaimed she did, that they would ward off Seth and prevent another epitaph.

Sometimes I’m begging you one thing: Get out of My Head
I keep telling you all the time, it’s not an open shed
But all the time your immediate but perfect response makes me wept
What’s next, perhaps you’ll catch it when I’m inside the slept?
Alright, well I shall try to put you on my mental escape-yacht
Good heavens, don’t let all this effort go for naught.
Yes, you must know I want to play that sweet Louis
But I’ll make sure your heart’s too heavy for Anubis
Come on, all I wish to do is just make one good joke
And what I get instead is a vengeful choke
I wish I could write to Congress and make your intrusions into contraband
But my resistance to you being inside my head is turning into pitiful sand
Oh my stars, I’m sorry those lines were not so simple
However, please get out of my mind and out of every wrinkle
Still, I get my revenge appearing within thy dream
May my presence throughout never be as it should seem.

In that darned campaign known as Dead Center
We are all forced to become someone’s mentor
There’s not even the usual of joy of yelling “LASER!”
Sometimes I wish Ali put in a command called !taser,
I feel like when the hunter-ed comes my voice goes all tenor!

Told at birth’s beginning to lock into this supposed delight
Yet odd is how no one asked for this gift
This experience is but an endless graveyard shift
My first instinct to cope with is to constantly write.

What pains me is how no one pointed me to the golden star
To you at least, I say I envy your compass of the occult
Jealous I am as well of those who became their own Avatar
Ah well, it’s nobody’s fault I produce my own worst insult.

If I could find a way to bury all that internal strife
I’d have no need to dig through supposed all-knowing grimoires
But no, instead I’m sold delusions that freedom is found just on Mars
Such delusions and difficulties can’t avoided, for they are rife
At least in my quiet place, I can mull over the eternal question: what doth life?

Get up.
Your dead friends passing,
through you like wind,
through a wind chime. Here's a safe, lasting,
limping leg, gun loaded, pinned.
Know that you aren't alone.
The whole party shares your tears,
some for two nights or one,
some for all their years.

The day has come when you saw
A film about the farm girl turned bride
I sent you accidentally the meme-ful tide
You did not realize yet, that was the last straw

Now in this day’s time you and I hiss
A phrase which makes all desire reality
A line I often say way too much to she
Your head and soul find it in all the abyss

It might not be the newest meme on the block
Yet it is our humor’s most critical foundation
When it be uttered, you want to give me a great big squish

I know that every single time it’s said you give a real squawk
You and I remark in every campaign how it’s found in every location
Well, you know what they say: as you wish.

Some say ‘oh my goodness gracious’
Others scream to Heaven to make You summon your Potential
Once a Rude Man says ‘Much happens. Too much.”
The evil Horde cares not what We actually say
For it cares only on what We do

There are Actions for the Horde and by the Horde
So I feel no Hatred for the Horde when it acts on Impulse
The String of Fate and Destiny decreed the Fate of Icarus on someone,
Some do not feel Hatred for this too, They instead revert to Simplicity
The hardest Thing is to take Complexity and turn it to Simplicity

I cannot help but admire She who confronts the Task
Consider when the Horde makes the Mockery of Us
Condemns Us
Dooms Us
Sends Us the Gift ALL of Us must accept Someday

As the Gift happens
She drops
‘?’

When I enter the dreaming world
The midnight fangs prepare themselves
It mortifies me, the endless mirth
I want to escape, but it’s as if
Your world is a whole Lotus-eater Island
I happily eat your lotuses.

How is it that you never bore me
Legions of men and women from all walks of life
Can only dream of matching the candle you hold
I wish I myself could cast the magical spell you once casted on me.

Are you to be the Calypso to my Odysseus? Is it in your nature
To occupy me so?

I unfurl the ship’s sails, but it seems
The Captain has no idea where to go
All the compasses and human knowledge of days’ past
Mean nothing if all devices point in your general direction.

In the other worlds we must inhabit,
There’s a holy number that all who are brown hat-ed know,
1, 2, then 3,
That’s the perfect number our minds see.
It shows up in temples, galaxies, and the rainbow worlds,
You can’t hide from that which is perfected.

He appears into the thin blue,
The little brown hat on his big ol’ head,
When we see him embodied into our world,
We should expect to see the embodied elf-tree.

And not only do we see the elf-tree, but we must see
The pinnacle of lawfulness and ruthless
When you mix all three together, we must all yell at once
LOCK IN TRI

She who summons the infected swarm
Knows you and I will unfortunately struggle
What she has done has now become a norm
And that rude man can’t help but note our juggle

Then she takes the coat of mid-air voice
She copies it and then wonders where’s victory
Well, I thank the stars that my power gives me choice
To use my great magic to prevent our team’s injury

So now the tables turn and it’s actually about the rifle
Giggles and MMHMMs and who’s surprised it’s infinite trouble
But through all that sometimes we cannot become a survivor

Then the highlight bodies to life, I forget my power of revival
Are we not surprised that the ignorant me is the source of struggle?
But I at least have that one power making good an escape, the finale driver

Child of Shadows clad in blight.
Her eyes as stars in twilight fair,
When first she graced upon my sight,
The dark sun buried in her hair.

Her love, a plant that never blooms,
Yet carries lilies in her tomb.
In her love a certain scent,
Seeps deeply into my blood.

And now I see with eyes serene,
A traveler between life and wreath,
To warm, to comfort; evergreen,
And yet, a spirit in thoughtful breath.

Hey lévaine,

You go your way,
I’ll go your way too.

The Carnival Lights shine onto the Herd,
You feel the Dread deep down and become unsure,
If your Hands shake as the Exterior Monsters run,
That should be normal; only Fools feel nothing,

The Moment comes, the One-Armed Demon gives his Scream
Your Body instinctively moves, moves as it has done
One-Hundred Thousand Times before
It fails you. No, you failed it. No, I failed you failing you
There is only the bitter Taste of Air, so what can One cry as you kiss Earth again
Other than the Name of the Life-Benefactor?
mama

happy years new

amusing there are no sweeping resolutions
as I make speculations for you,
no satisfying conclusions—
merely another year splitting open,
and you stepping through the fracture
as though you were always meant to.

a happy new year, then, mate.
remain strange.
remain… unmistakably alive!

midnight trips over itself,
confetti sticks where it shouldn’t,
and somehow you are still standing there—
boots on the edge of the year,
smiling like you already survived it once.

you remind me of old songs played too loud,
of a bassline humming through empty rooms,
of marceline energy—
fangs tucked behind a grin,
soft when no one’s watching,
sharp when it counts.

time resets, or so I am told.
the calendar insists upon novelty,
though it feels largely performative.

still, one carries things forward regardless—
the darker companion rendered tolerable,
the chaos made familiar,
the night received politely and shown inside.

I do like new years 🤖
may you like them too

Happy New Year! 🎆🎇 2026 ✨🎉

You’re stars, brilliance strewn
across the black felt sky like a
child gone wild with glitter and glue

╔╗╔╦══╦═╦═╦╗╔╗ ★ ★ ★
║╚╝║══║═║═║╚╝║ ☆¸.•°*”˜˜”*°•.¸☆
║╔╗║╔╗║╔╣╔╩╗╔╝ ★ ℕ𝔼𝕎 𝕐𝔼𝔸ℝ ☆
╚╝╚╩╝╚╩╝╚╝═╚╝ ￥☆★☆★☆￥★☆★☆￥★☆￥

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When I take a long Time to step back,
I can implement my Will as Words,
But not just to Myself,
But to all my Friends, and sometimes even my Foes.

There’s a Will in my Soul,
I execute It as !give sniper_military

The OLD Blood demands,
That YOU (Not you, the other you without your you) move while down,
But how do I move while down? What Magic is that?

There is a Key on your Keyboard, the Twenty-Third letter Key,
That’s your Salvation, that’s what the OLD Blood says will make YOU

move while down



YOU MAY NOW BEGIN TO PLAY THE GAME OF L I FE

bazinga

she is airborne—
not by choice
but by Charger

a blur of shriek and gravity
voice chat peaking
mic clipping
AAAA—

there she goes
over the railing
past the laws of physics
past dignity
past my ability to stop laughing

impact.
silence.
dead.

five seconds later—
she’s back.

The Night yelled at Me to sling a FireBall,
So I said to Him: Who? Me? Fiyahbol?
I slung a Fiyahbol, but I should have said FireBall.
Imagine Dragons

Yes: I’m an Angel, but the Angel that never wanted to be,
But Fate and Destiny said I must take Wings,
So I take Wings, but I never asked for Wings.

I wondered when the Night would end, it’s very long,
Long was the Night, longer still was the Clan’s Night,
My Cheese eating Teacher once said,
Iambic Pentameter was the Mitochonrdria of the Powerhouse.

Playa went ahead in Eagerness,
I screamed in my Mind “NO,”
The Man of Cleveland took over Playa Soul,
Now Miami Heat is on the Floor.

When the Penguin finds the Egg,
She lets Instinct take her Mind,
All those around must know,
That to save the Egg saves them all.

When I enter the Infested Other World,
There’s a feeling I feel that your Spirit is there,
I must hold off from saying the infamous Phrase,
Look Lévaine the L-A-K-E!

Slink: to move sensuously
That’s Me (who?) at the Beginning,
I get a Kick yelling at the Other,
The Winner is the One that slows down.

The highest Calling of Life,
Has always been to Me the Calling of Agriculture,
Parsnip, Maize, Bok Choy, and Pineapple,
Those are the real healing Potions of LIFE.

and never another as I.

There will never be another as you

once there was an elephant
who tried to use the telephant
the other elephone tried to use the same telephone

All the words that I here write,
must nevermore rest in their flight.

Your name is to be surrounded,
by silken feathers, reaching out.

Till they reach where your heart is,
and sing to you at night.
Beyond the mountain peaks moving,
darkness whole or starry bright.

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˛°_██_*.。*./ ♥ \ .˛* .˛。.˛.*.★* *★ 。*
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*(...'•'.. ) *˛╬╬╬╬╬˛°.｜田田 ｜門｜╬╬╬╬╬*˚ .˛
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(☆✦✦ℳerry ℭhristmas & a ℋappy 2026!✦✦*☆ )
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I was born for love -
to give it and to receive it.
Yet my life has passed
almost without loving.
So I’ve learned forgiving:


I only ask them
with astonished eyes:

What fields were you born for?

I’m a better person for reading your art.

If the cards cracked open for ya...
they’d reveal the Empress scratched in shadowlight,
radiant not by desire but by inevitability—
a quiet force feeding the dark with the glow
it never learned to admit it needed.

And somewhere beneath all that dusk and pulse,
a quiet truth stirs—
a gratitude held close to the chest,
for a vampiric friend whose presence
keeps the night from collapsing in on itself.

Hmhm... how strange the night becomes when yer
words enter it— soft fangs through velvet,
frost kissing fire, mercy tangled with hunger
in the same impossible breath.

Ya move like a quiet moon-ritual; soft, patient,
unaware of yer own gravity, yet enough to pull
tears from eyes that had forgott(rr)en how to fall...

There’s an old power humming in ya,
bite-sharp, cradle-warm, ruinous in the gentlest way—
melting whole winters without even trying...

If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is;
then
winter shoulder have meaning for you.

waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the coldl ight
of earliest spring--

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world

Time bends between our shots,
Seconds bloom, then vanish beneath gunfire.
A smol bnuy hops through the chaos,
And laughter defies the dying light (no pun intended—)

Repeatable deaths mark our passage,
Yet still we move, indulge, endure—
Pushing onward through the campaign eternally

𓆩^._.^𓆪 ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ

My vampiric comrade,
moonlit and serene,
your laughter cuts through the dark—
a crimson grace between the chaos and the calm.

The autumn night
is long only in name -
And did you get what
you wanted from this life?
Soft as it began -
To be called cherished, to feel myself cherished on the earth.

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bby girl from day 1, also please help me with my profile LOVE YOU MWAH

Love your profile, such a vibe

If you come as softly
As wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why, now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich Earth between us
Shall drink our tears.
- from Savi, my dear poet friend. 9/16/25

   /)/)
  ( . .)
c( づ♡

Ya toss cats like spells with claws so neat
even zombies would bow at yer feet

Extraordinary comrade, sly and spry
sniping the horde while I toss bnuuies nearby

And should a Charger crashout through the night
it still fears more yer playful bite

Yet lo— upon the campaign terrain
a smol bnuy hops forth to guard yer lane.