DreamerOfShadows

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The Source of Power by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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The Source of Power

“Dilly, look,” the adolescent night elf said. He was crouching over something at the base of a large sycamore. Dillen peered up from the wildflowers she’d been coaxing into life, the sunlight playing through the leaves overhead to illuminate her soft indigo skin. “What is it?” she asked, skipping over to join her best friend. A small squirrel lay shivering at the foot of the tree. Dillen didn’t need her natural empathy with animals to see that the small creature was in intense pain; looking closer, she saw a deep gash in its side. Blood flowed freely from the gouge. The night elf child clapped her hand

Is It Done, Yeti? by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Is It Done, Yeti?

Asfodel loved to tinker. Despite a well-earned reputation as a cold-blooded assassin, he had an affinity for gadgets that would strain the limits of most gnomes, and a love of explosives to rival that of the most brain-damaged goblin. During the off-hours when no one needed his services, his primary hobby, along with annoying dwarves by grilling cheeseburgers at the Great Forge, involved playing with his odds-and-ends collection of machinery and schematics. But the development of his latest toy, the Tranquil Mechanical Yeti, was severely pushing the limits of his patience. The humanoid collection of widgets, springs, and gears that sat on h

Deicide - Socrates' Lament by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Deicide - Socrates' Lament

Behold the blood so freshly spilled: The angels fled, the saints have died, The thrones are bare that gods once filled. They're slitting throats within their guilds, "We need no king," the dying cried... Behold the blood so freshly spilled. The street is paved with hearts now stilled, And daggers press on ev'ry side - The thrones are bare that gods once filled. Those once sacred have all been killed, And Hades' gates have opened wide - Behold the blood so freshly spilled. "The men are beasts" is now fulfilled, They sold their souls to win their pride; The thrones are bare that gods once filled. The people have what they once wi

Coffin For a Skull by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Coffin For a Skull

They say home is where the heart is - And if i have no heart, It follows (Only logically) That I have no home; I'm just drifting along with a maggot-bored heart, Like a corpse without a crypt Or a virus without a cheap OS to bury itself in And forget the nasty powers that hunt it. Fell out of love with the world, And I can't say I'm fine If my heart's still beating I finally get what the Teacher knew, That calling Death "Sleep" isn't Philosophy's cheating. There's a hole in my head where my heart used to be, And a hole in my chest where my mind had once rested - A painful thing it is indeed To want the thing

Oath of the Faceless by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Oath of the Faceless

Now turn your face to solid steel, Dismiss the sting that stems your tears, And don the mask, now climb the stage That's paved the pain through all your years. They never saw you cry at night, They've never seen the blood you grieve, So now you keep from public eye The shattered heart once on your sleeve. What joy is there in getting hurt, Flayed by the ghosts within your past? So you can call me less than whole - I'll die in peace behind my mask.

Shopping With Bowser by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Shopping With Bowser

A huge, hulking creature lumbered through the doors. Seven feet tall, with bright golden spikes all over its turtle-like shell, and capped with a ragged mop of bright orange hair, the hulking reptile left giant clawed footprints into the linoleum floor. Squinting his bulging yellow eyes, Bowser, king of the Koopa clan, stepped forward under the incandescent lights, surveying the merchandise spread wall-to-wall before him. Seven smaller turtle creatures – his sons and daughter, each taking in the sights wide-eyed – followed in his wake. Though one could not tell simply by looking at their almost perpetually scowling faces, all eight Koopas

The Black Thief by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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The Black Thief

Teb'aun hated school. He hated his teacher, he hated his lessons, and mostly, he hated his peers. Day after day in the drow fighting academy, Melee-Magthere, the young drow, already short for his age and no brilliant fighter, was forced to endure the smirks and relentless humiliation from his fellow cadets. Of course, in the trainer's watchful eyes, all harassment was good for drow warriors-to-be – it "sculpted their skin," as the instructor was fond of saying. And any sign of succumbing to the abuse – even the smallest tear of frustration – was a sign of weakness. And in Menzoberranzan, the city of the drow, weakness was death. Teb'aun

Sovereign of the Darkness by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Sovereign of the Darkness

There's a place where spiders lurk Away from sunlit sight, Where silhouettes of drow converge To form a starless night, Where ev'ry day is someone's last When Lolth's your soul's delight. Dreamers don't survive for long - No room is there for lies Where any tale can fit the truth To bait a killer's prize, For ev'ry web it spins is true Within the spider's eyes. Keep your back against the wall: Your House is not your home, For drow all grin with poisoned lips And malice in their bone, So if you're caught, be sure to keep In mind - you die alone.

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To Avry.... by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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To Avry....

I knew not you, or whence you came, But I see that we, in most, are same; To all - I jump to know her name, And so I toast my Avry. Right, forward, left, and back... Were we, perhaps, close friends since birth? I marvel at our friendship's mirth, And place on all no equal worth - And so I toast my Avry. Right, forward, left, and back... To you, dark poet, God's love I send, And mark you ever as my friend - I pray our waltz may never end: And so I toast you, Avry. Right, forward, left, and back...

Midnight Waltz by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Midnight Waltz

Two shadows flicker as one, in love: A dance unrivaled by angels above. Not caring who sees, the world is their hall, Their lives, their dance - their love, their ball. Their waltz, their time, their step, their trance: Nothing but these in their ethereal dance. Gone is his mask, gone is her woe As they dance in twilight's glow. The music has stopped, the night is now dawn, But these two souls still dance, as one, on.

Nightwalker by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Nightwalker

In the gloomy evening fog, A man stands, gray and thin; The Lich, a fearsome sight is he, Dark madness caged within; And he breathes like air the shadows For darkness is his kin. Years ago, he sealed his mind In magic of arcane, And thus he kept himself alive To not by Time be slain; And now - though dead - he treads the earth, With life itself his bane. He stands alone, stock-still, yet His dead eyes are gleaming With evil might he's ever chased - Conflux of his dreaming; Staff now raised in withered hand, Skills beyond all dreaming. Being but a visitor From the Raven's sho

Requiem For A Candle by DreamerOfShadows, literature

Keepers of the Web by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Keepers of the Web

Ashen skin and ebon core, Love is Hate and Peace is War; From the shadows, hear us roar OUr praises to the Spider Queen. Lightless, hopeless, heartless night, Weave through webs and spider's bite At the whims of matron's might - Then kneel before the Spider Queen. Keep your back against the wall - Trust your blade, or none at all; Only She will see you fall - The ever-watching Spider Queen. Live to hunt, and lust for kills, Mad with joy when fresh blood spills; For her name we bend our wills: All praises to the Spider Queen!

AfterThought by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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AfterThought

I'm just me And they're just them And we're supposed to be Brothers, United in Blood Yet divided we stand, Because I'm not worth their Presence of mind To ask "What's up, dog?" In their city-kid fake-black Ballpeen-hammer-filled Jacuzzi Rap way of Talking. And my absence brings no stirrings Among the ranks of the impotent Until my sudden appearance Forces me back into their consciousness From the corners of their minds Like half-digested mashed potatoes Being vomited up from some communal septic tank. But that's the way it is. Shut up, Green Day, Shut up, shut up, shut up - For you know nothing of walking alone

Prelude to an Eternal Midnight by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Prelude to an Eternal Midnight

In the silver midnight haze, Two spectres float as kin; Nightwalker and his bride are one, True joy behind each grin, For now their madness rests in peace - Two hearts above the din. Years ago, they pledged their love Would never cool nor fade, And so they used their moonlit might To dodge the Reaper's blade; So thus the world becomes their ball - They waltz in light and shade. See them dance to gracefully - Heart songs shake the rafter Of the lych-gate each crossed to love Both here and hereafter; Their shadows twitch, but leave behind Their echoing laughter.

Drag Race Pizzicato by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Drag Race Pizzicato

So she said, "What's the problem, baby?" "I don't wanna be an American Idiot!" But too late! You let the sun go down - Everybody knows about it, From the Queen of England to the house of Hell. So much for my happy ending. So help me! I broke apart my insides. Help me! I've got no soul to sell. But she said, "That don't concern me, As long as I get my rent next Friday, 'Cuz I'm here to remind you Of the mess you left when you went away, And it's not fair to deny me Of the cross-eyed bear that you gave to me - You, YOu, YOU oughta know!" So that's me in the corner, That's me in the spotlight,

Yummy by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Yummy

Chicken soup, chicken soup, I heard it's good for the soul. Now, I could've warmed it on the stove, But I prefer to chug it cold. Feel the noodles slide down your throat, And those greasy bits of meat Poorly cooked and scooped from cans Labled "Processed Chicken Feet." And if you knew what all goes in, You'd doubtless feel quite sicker If you knew the broth in you Was really three parts liquor. That zesty flavor that that soup has? The work of witches' potion. The creamy flavor and milky taste? That's from the suntan lotion. And here am I to cheer you up - I heard you were under the weather. So here's some soup, I'll heat it

Carnival of the Grand Facade by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Carnival of the Grand Facade

We see the steel behind your eyes, We smell the rage behind your lies, We hear you weep, we hear your cries: Come join our masquerade tonight. Come wear your mask, or as you are, All friends and foes, both near and far, For what you wished upon a star: Come join our masquerade tonight. Flame and ice in one shared basket, Sealing life in brimstone casket; Once you hoped it, now we ask it: Come join our masquerade tonight. Come quickly now, don't be afraid - All men are kin in masquerade Who hide the blood that stains the blade: Come join our masquerade tonight. We see the steel behind your eyes, We smell the void behind your l

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Hell Is Not a Cyber-Cafe by DreamerOfShadows, literature

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Hell Is Not a Cyber-Cafe

Wherever there was light, there were shadows. Where goodness hesitated, evil danced gleefully. And when the wicked at last felt the cold embrace of Death, each was justly rewarded with his own personal resting place in Hell. And that spot was pre-warmed, too. In that forsaken hole of absolute darkness, where nightmares rode freely across the sulfur fields and succubi both pleasured and tormented their prey, where a thousand billion tortured souls wailed their unheeded repentance, could be seen a tiny, blue, flickering square of light in a secluded cavern. That light wavered feebly for a few more seconds of eternity, then, with a small cr

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Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: One of the suburbs of Hell.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: ? this is new.
Print preference: and so is this.
Favourite genre of music: Comedy and Alternative, and most rock.
Favourite photographer: myself
Favourite style of art: pencil, ink, paper, Photoshop, camera, etc.
Operating System: Windows XP - better than vista.
MP3 player of choice: iPvP to iTunes.
Shell of choice: Chocolate.
Wallpaper of choice: The one that stays on the wall because it isn't held on with some cheap hardware glue.
Skin of choice: Crispy Chicken!
Favourite cartoon character: Snoopy, Hobbes, Jack Spicer, and Fawful
Personal Quote: Never offend people with style when you can offend them with substance. ~Sam Brown

Favourite Visual Artist

See above, below, and to either side of those as well.

Favourite Movies

Fight Club, Dawn (and Shaun) of the Dead, Green Street Hooligans, 28 Days/Weeks Later

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

They Might Be Giants, Weird Al, Richard Cheese, Tom Lehrer, The White Stripes, The Coffin Caddies...

Favourite Writers

Machiavelli, RA Salvatore, Stephen King, some others (WIP)

Favourite Games

Making pencils disappear.

Favourite Gaming Platform

My laptop provides the material for about 74% of my soul.

Tools of the Trade

Knives, wire, pen/paper, and the twisted remains of my mind. XD

Other Interests

bounty hunting, knives, video games, storytelling, comics.

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DreamerOfShadows

May 18, 2009

Movin' Out (Icki's Song)

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By all means keep reading if you're interested. So, I'm changing DA account names, mostly because I like my new one better and also because DoS sounds so...teen angst. seriously, if this weren't my profile I'd be looking through it for some abysmal furry fanart or pretentiously BAD defense of the substitute for literature known as Twilight. Anyway, my new account is here: ~CN-McPastaDude (https://www.deviantart.com/cn-mcpastadude) and you're welcome to friend me there or whatever. it's my new home. i'll be putting up much of the same stuff here, there, only with more dignity and less aplomb.  Most of the stuff here will end up deleted, and the ones i actually value (ie my Lich p

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DreamerOfShadows

Nov 5, 2008

OBAMA WINS

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/facepalm it was hard to tell which was the lesser of the two evils, but we'll just have to see how much damage gets done.

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DreamerOfShadows

Aug 14, 2008

RE: A Questionable Manifesto

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in response to porkshanks (https://www.deviantart.com/porkshanks)'s latest journal. this isn't concerned with anyone else, so if you're offended, it's nothing personal.;p Do you feel a need to escape but don't know how, why, or what from? When you look around at the world, do you see anyone working to make it better? How? Would you like to, or do you want to focus only on yourself? Is that wrong? 'Shanks, I'm a gamer. to me, that's defined in large part by escaping from the real world. not because i hate the real world, per se, but because i cannot bring about the differences in the world i'd like to see - better human rights in China, a wider and more undiscriminating value