|A sick City|
My Soul Last night, as I lie asleep, I had a dream come to me. This dream portrayed a barren wasteland with no natural plant life anywhere. It had all been scorched and burnt down. Among these ruins were the remains of giant, bronze trees that went on for all eternity, throught space, and possibly time itself. Amidst my bewilderment, I saw a spring that spewed forth silver waters to fill a pool that radiated with an unnatural light. In the center, there were ghostly spectres trying to fly into the heavens, but they were restrained by chains of pure gold. Around the outside of this spring, I saw several black creatures, all of which were dancing and drinking from the pool. High atop the cliff, two great wings spread open as a black dragon raised itself and blew white fire into the perpetual night. The creatures fled from around the pool, and hid behind the bronze trees. A flowerMy Soul by Ultima-Wraith
The KnightThe Knight by Durkee341
The Knight, By Earl Wynn
The weapons that you carry,
are extensions of your form.
You wield them with precision,
A warrior of the storm.
Long black hair flying free,
In a perfectly timed rush.
Swiftness and skill rolled into one;
There is no foe you cannot crush.
Honor and courage,
Your values take precedence.
A graceful warrior with a heart of gold,
You are immune to decadence.
Current Residence: Hayward, Ca
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL
Print preference: Vinyl
Favourite genre of music: all
Favourite photographer: Sarah Winnick & my Mom
Favourite style of art: abstract, anything dark/cool, shopped images, collages...
Operating System: 98
MP3 player of choice: clip
Shell of choice: shell shock
Wallpaper of choice: anything awesome
Favourite cartoon character: goofy, michalengelo, princess, g.i.joe shorts
Personal Quote: Love every moment of exisetnce, instead of waiting for them to pass