Book of Legacy
Fantasy, Horror and Poetry
Category: Poetry
Invisible Steps – Poem
Their steps can be heard all over the valley A thumping noise that makes the ground tally But only at full moon do they show, for they move in the darkness Even the ground hides their stroll Nobody had been hurt by their heavy…
Ghostly Creed – Poem
The alley echoed hollow on the empty street
Silence is a virtue by ghostly creed (…)
Night Call – Poem
Had a short poetry session with the artist behind most of my cover art, thought it was pretty fun… Me: Cresent light shine upon me Your way-ford light a reminder, of times ahead Your command the essence of my being Tell me what needs to…
Cold and Deep – Poetry Story
I’ve been considering doing voice over for my stories to broaden my audience. I’m an amature with anything conserning audio and video, so keep that in mind if you choose to listen to it on Soundcloud Cold and deep The skeleton lay Wood enclosed it…
Underbelly – Poem
A glint was found In the darkness and the damp Cities have their underbelly Fear is what makes you stand Standing before evil, it will face you too What comes out of the darkness Only you can have a clue A face can…
Invisible Touch – Poetry Story
Gusts of wind sprayed water upon the wall, the wind howled between the narrow windows that looked down at the shore. The walls had protected the city for many years, but this night no invaders would dare to show, for walkers roamed in the…
Troll Saga – Poem
In the time of ancients The trolls strolled around Walking distant miles Trampling life abound But one day, beneath the trees, animals began to grow Inhabits of the forest Affected by the trolls stroll Kind were the minds of the giants Not wanting…
Arts – Poem
Fingers crossed against his face. Worlds colliding, in a dimly grace. Here lie the things that was never seen. A world without magic, that had never been. Fearful of those graces which doesn’t make sense. We search in vain for those moments where the…
Chilly Night Poem – Query
In the last story I made a lot of changes from the original to make sure it made sense, but now I’m curious, which one do you prefer? The last one, or, this one: Look through the midnight winter and the frost beyond your…
Chilly Night – Poetry Story
Through the darkness and the cold, the house creaked through the winter storm And on the driveway, in this winter’s night, a couple emerged Banging on the door, trying to get inside The door opened, without a sound Only their footsteps echoed through an…
