THEmightyMAZ

I'm dancing around artillery shells Metal and mud fly all around, Not like the movies, but like war, There are only warriors here, I'm all in shiny colors and Where my slippers touch the grass, Everything is golden. I stand on my very tip-toes Leap forward, always forward Behind me chains slip closer. I'm so high and mighty You can't touch me up here My chest swells, bursting from my skin, I become light with dancing feet I glow brightly; they catch me, snakes in the grass. I trip up and the colors drip from my mouth From the cuts in my skin as the chains creep up my body. they break my legs no more walks force themselves

Upon her rock she sits in wait, Her hungry brood growling about her Around her swarm, like flies to fire, The finned followers of her fiendish path In the still sea behind her, as pools of obsidian ink Appear the hundred heads of her daughters Like spun gold her locks fall down her shoulders, Massed and knotted with seaweed Eyes like orange fire watch, half-lidded, As the waves crash before her Flashing from beneath her lips Glimmer the razors of the final slice Round her neck are bones of fish and sharks, The centerpiece a human tooth, Rotten and blackened Held behind her bronzed skin are Long sabers of green stone

They had done it. The sun came in hot through the dust in the window. The bed was hot and sticky, the stuffy blanket of heat settling over Andy and his best friend. He pulled his arms up and tucked them behind his head, then put them back down, huddling them around his bare chest. Hannah didn't move. Hair plastered to his forehead and stinging sweat in his eyes, Andy sat up. He looked around at the room. It had been familiar last night. His black hair clouded thickly into his eyes. The small room smelled like salt and muddled beige, choking up in Andy's throat. He didn't want to wake Hannah, but her small body lay between him and the door.

Wish in one hand Piss in the other Or take the other And wrap it around What you know should be there (Even though it's not.)

I met my first wife just before my rebirth. She was an angelic creature. Exquisite in her fine dresses and jewelry. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I swore to myself that she was an angel. She definitely could have been with her temperament and glow. She had hair so blonde it was almost white and eyes like the glaciers that rolled across the northlands. She was thin, ethereally so, as though her form was still being pulled together from the air. That first day she was dressed in a white dress with a hint of silver on the finest lace and around her neck was a pendant that I keep with me to this day. It was my brother-in-la

I only ever set out to kill women. The most beautiful girls from every town. They were mine and mine alone. I would spend months courting them, at least for the first hundred years when women still needed courting. Seems ridiculous now, to think of all that time I wasted on sport. How much I could have saved if I had just taken them into my home, my den, my lair. Just taken them in the night and had my way with them. That is what I do now. Women make sense in this day and age. They will do anything for you now. I killed the women because I loathed the men to such an extent that to deprive them of the beauty of these creatures, to make them m