In the beginning, they were four mercenaries.  Souls bought and sold for blood and money.  Whatever reasons they had to seek the mercenary way meant little to whomever had contracted them, so long as the job was done.   The first time they had first fought against each other high in the skies of Balkor, it was clear to each of them that they were kindred, not opponents.  And though they had taken each other down in flames, the drinks and praise were well shared the next time they had met.  Now they were more than just the four, they were Fenrir Squadron.

And it was those adventures he reflected on while gather water and soap with a rag to wash her back.  Carefully, he splashed the lather along an arching spine and let it pull away all the dirt and grime of the day.

“Been a hell of day, hasn’t it?” he murmured to her, bringing the rag to her cheek.  But he stopped short at the wolfen emblem on her nose and the rows of silhouettes under it, one for every machine broken and life taken.

“This is it, our legacy.  Not a man, or a machine.  Just dealers of death for coin.” Smiling to himself, Slypher shook his head and took the rag to the wing of his MiG-31BM2 Foxhound.  There was still a lot of aircraft left to clean before their next run.


“Hey man, you comin? We’re about to start!” A voice yelled across the way as he left his polished beauty to dream.  Instead of acknowledging the bootsteps thumping towards him, Slypher let hazel eyes track the sun as it dipped beneath snow-capped mountains to the west, towards the warzone, towards home as he understood it until recently.

The approaching figure came next to him and stared off at the same sight, but he knew for much different reasons. “See that? That tells me payday’s a’coming.”

He had to chuckle at that, even if it was laced with a hint of sadness. He couldn’t expect anything less from someone with a callsign of Pixy . “You think so? I’m starting to wonder if gold weighs more than blood or not.”

“Spill some to get some.  It’s how the world works, mate.” Then the tone caught up with the flyer, “You thinking about retirement?”

“Maybe.” Slypher said at first, before looking down the flightline towards were the rest of Fenrir Squadron stood sentry and waited for their next target. Towards the laughter of the two other members under his wings.  But only one of those voices grabbed his chest and wrenched it sideways.  A voice tied to a smile he could carve into clouds, if only it didn’t cause them to rain down on his world.  Perched on the wingroot of her Su-37 Super Flanker were thin crimson bangs topping a valkyrie he knew all too well what it was like to wrap his arms around.  But as with all good things, it hand to come to an end.


He continued after only a beat, but it did not go unheard. “Or maybe it’s time to take on other kinds of work.  The civil stuff always makes good coin, and no one is shooting at you.”

Pixy saw right through him “Still hurts, don’t it?”

Slypher shook his head. “Not as much.  Razor’s happy, and as long as she stays that way, that’s all that matters.”

“Well, you’re a far more noble man than I.  Personally, I would’ve kicked Boomer’s ass back to that jungle in Balkor where we all met up.  But that’s why you’re lead and I’m on your wing.”

Slypher chuckled. “Come on, let’s go earn our next keep.”


As with every mission they had been on since taking the contract, the briefing was long and overdrawn with how the mission fell to them after the regular military couldn’t pull it off.  Their target: a known weapons storage yard, complete with makeshift airstrip for any aircraft that could handle such things.  To Fenrir, it was going to be simple. With his Foxhound, Slypher had the speed and the altitude to get in, but not the agility to dance.  For that, in would step Pixy and Razor, their duet of Eagle and Flanker making short work of any airborne opposition.  And when it was time to bring the fire to the ground, in would sweep Boomer and his Tornado GR5 to rain steel.  Simple, clean, and very profitable.


But even twenty minutes later, with thirty-five thousand pounds of raw power pushing him into the blue, Slypher couldn’t shake a whisper from his gut that something wasn’t quite right.  Sure, there were plenty of anti-air and missile defense against them, and there were reports that a few high-end dogfighters were currently there, but putting the odds in favor of Fenrir would just be cruel.  They even had the night sky and a coming cloud front on their side to mask their approach all but completely.

“Fenrir One to Fenrir Two. You awake over there?” he called over to Pixy.

The F-15I waggled its wings to him. He knew that his wingman wouldn’t say much, but he’d listen at least. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

“That this job is worth way more than what we’re spending to do it?  Yea, something ain’t right.”


“Lead, Four.” Boomer called out to them, slowing down from the pack “I’m getting a red on my EW gear.  Something’s tracking us, but I don’t see anything.”

“Copy that. Two, break with him and go trail-and-follow.  Three, stay on me.”

“Got it.” Razor declared, while Pixy popped his brakes to fall back. Granted, it didn’t take very long for her speak her piece that he knew was coming.  “You know, I can take care of myself and Four.  It’s not the first time…”

“I know that.” Slypher cut her off “But, this is about the only time you’re ever alone anymore.”

“And that’s not something you need to worry about either, Tony.” There was more to it than that, but the beat to catch her breath smoothed the harshness from her voice. “Look, what we had was wonderful, I won’t ever say otherwise.  But we both knew it wasn’t going to last forever.”

“Funny, I seem to remember a deceleration to the contrary.”

“Then why bring it up now?”

“Because when this job is over, I’m leaving the squadron.” Slypher blurted out before he really knew what was coming from his lips. “I just…look, call me a sentimental bastard if you like, but I want to remember things how they were when everything made sense.  Even if it’s just for…”


“Contact, zero-one-zero at twenty! Something’s in the air and closing fast!” Pixy broke over the airwaves, muting anything else but business.  Now it was time for their fangs to speak. Slypher could see whatever had spotted them on his own radar, but it was faint and fuzzy. Which to him meant it was likely built for stealth, so he flipped primary weapons over to infa-red to sniff it out instead.  Not that it helped much, but it was enough to separate their challenger from the clouds.


What they did not expect was for a sudden beam of golden death to pierce though the night and rip through Razor’s frame like so much tissue paper.  Off balance and glowing from molten metal, the Flanker began to tumble clumsily downward.

“Damn! Fenrir, break and engage!” Slypher yelled to his comrades, but only Pixy responded as he should.  While the Foxhound roared for speed and the Eagle began to weave, he saw their Tornado roll and begin to circle around the breaking pieces of their teammate. If she had ejected, they could not see.  “Boomer!  Get your ass in the fight! Get in the trees and give us a bearing!”

“But Ash is…, I mean, Three needs someone to find her chute! I’m not gonna…!”

A second snapshot of light illuminated the sky not but a few yards from Slypher’s cockpit.  Revealed were sharp angles, a sleek frame from nose to compacted tail, and forward swept wings, yet he saw no other weapons beyond what had blinded him.


But what had merely stunned Slypher was not so kind to Boomer.  Catching him right in the spine, the beam snapped the aircraft in two and let the forces of physics shred the rest as it dropped to the earth below.

“Fenrir Two, Fox Two, Fox Three! Eat it!” Pixy cried out as he fired at their opponent. Though the radar-seeker flew stupidly off into the darkness, the heat-seeker found something and screamed after it faster than any human could outrun.  So their enemy did not try, instead it rolled and dove for the forest below, Pixy in pursuit.  And at full power, their enemy quickly reversed and snapped skyward again, sending the missile harmlessly into the ground and putting itself nose to nose with an enraged Eagle.


Slypher could see the fire belching from his friend’s nose, sending lead into the darkness, and the glowing sparks that something had indeed hit home, yet before he could cheer, it fired back.  Pixy almost slipped out of the line, but the shot was just too quick and bore through one of his wings and engines.

“Dammit! Losing… handle’s stuck… not going out…” Finally static announced what he could see as he lined up his Foxhound with whatever demon they were now fighting.  It was a gamble, and  very stupid one.  But his source or rationality now lay mangled in steel and dirt below.  Now was a time for violence.

“You want me? Come on! Come on!” Slypher tensed at the throttle until his knuckles ached, but it seemed to pay off, as the glow of his impending doom gazed directly upon him from the very belly of the beast that had surprised them.  Missile after missile dropped from his wings as they raced towards each other in a joust that laughed at gravity.  The bright and unforgiving ray tore open the fuselage next to him and smoke bloomed outward from a now-dead engine.

A small price to pay for honor, as finally one of his heat-seekers stuck home and forced the beast to choke on its own light, giving the night sky a new star for but a few satisfying seconds.  His wings, though lighter and broken, seemed to sigh in relief.  For though they would never kiss the sky again, the name of Fenrir would not simply be a word.  With a sigh of acceptance to that, Slypher pulled his own ejection handle and was tossed clear as his Foxhound dove into a hill and crumpled as if it were paper.


It was going to be a long walk back home, boots now weighted by a heart of stone now cracked and fallen to join its compatriots resting with the earth.  But he would return here, for now this speck on the map was the resting place of three hounds of glory.  And perhaps, in time, they would rise once again.  For their journeys he would remember, their victories he would sing, and for the fallen he would toast in a now-vacant hanger where only their spirits would join him.


And this was my final submission for my recently-completed class. Some of this will be recognizable from some of my earlier posts, with the names and faces changed a bit, but I liked being able to expand on an idea and make it into something more.

I hope you all enjoy it, too.

Screen Play Scene – On The Run

Dramatis Personae:
Tesh: (Human soldier in the 77th Infantry “Reapers”, no augmentation. )

Alaphor: ( canine-augmented warrior, built tall, wide and muscular. 2nd generation genetic modification, bring more canine features out like the amber eyes, fangs, full greyish scruff along the jawline and neck and most importantly in attitude. Bred to fight and not afraid of anything, but treats every enemy as a challenge to be beaten.)

Silik: (avian-augmented sniper, wide yellow eyes and quick, twitchy head movements. 1st generation augmentation leads to mostly human like appearance beyond the eyes, sharp facial features and natural instinct to fight from altitude. Knows the best way to take down an enemy is the element of surprise and has no problem keeping his distance from the scrap.)

Randis: (Human medic, injured during escape and now has a broken leg.)

Scene: Earth, the year 2477. Midnight hours, in a half-destroyed cornfield outside of Oklahoma City.  Having been cut off from their unit by the Assimilated, (people and organisms corrupted and taken over by a technological plague created by unknown origin) everyone takes refuge next to crashed starfighter to camp for the night.  Randis is tended to by Tesh, while Alaphor and Silik make camp with whatever they can find.

Begin Scene

Silik: And let there be light (cue small campfire).  Ahhhh, much better.   (Removes the rifle from his back and begins fiddling with the scope.)

Alaphor: (sniffing at his rations) Yea, well some of us don’t need light to find food.  (Snarls as he tears open a bag) Course, some hot wings don’t sound too bad either…

Silik: Yea, yea, you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree, fuzzy.

Tesh:  (calling up from the top of body of the wreck) It’s no worse than his bite.  (Turning back to Randis) Least you’re on the rebound, mate.  Best get you some food, get your strength back.  (Slides down the frame onto the ground)


Tesh cont’d:  So, what’s for dinner?

Silik: Dog biscuits.

Alaphor: Birdseed.

Tesh: (chuckling) Right, right.  Stupid question.  (Grabs his pack from next to the wreck)  Let’s see… oh, looks like it‘s gonna be a steak n’ taters night here! All right!

Alaphor: (big toothy grin) I’ll grapple you for it.

Tesh: You mean you’ll grab me and then Silik will take it.  I don’t think so.

Silik: He’s got a point. (clipping the scope back to the rifle, then grabbing a handful of nuts from his belt pouch, never letting go of the weapon.)   So, who wants first watch?

Alaphor: I’ll take it.  I’m not the one who needs beauty sleep.  (leans over to Tesh to whisper) How’s Randis?

Tesh: (shrugs, not whispering back) I’ve done everything I know.   His leg’s too busted up to walk on, but I’ve patched up the frag wounds.   Armor took most of it, so those should heal up all right.

Alaphor: (nods) Good.  Seeing him take out that slag-tank on his own…it would be a shame if it had the last word in the end.

Silik: Getting sentimental, fluffy?

Alaphor: Well, in case you missed it while your feathered ass was too busy picking off husks and slammers, our two pure-bloods here out-thought AND blew up their heavy hitter.  So I think they should stick around and tell it themselves.

Silik: Hope there’s a spot in there for me for those two leeches I shot off your back while you were busy trying to bum-rush it.

Alaphor: (laughs) Sure thing, feathers.  Just need to work on your…

(A loud blare cuts through the air, making all three uninjured members stand up and draw their weapons; Silik with his rifle, Tesh his pistol and Alaphor his shotgun, and face outward in three directions. Focus stage lights on them).
(In the darkness, but illuminated by soft backlight, Randis sits upright, quickly and stiffly, then rolls off the starfighter out of sight of the three and the audience)

Tesh: Damn!  Never heard a Gatherer this close before. Must’ve found something.

Alaphor: Or something found it.  And here we are, stuck in a field…I say we go help it long to whatever hell it came from.
Silik: Even better, we stick to the plan, stay alive and meet up with Hax and the rest of our guys tomorrow.

Alaphor: Provided they aren’t what that beast found and is not so kindly chewing on?!

Tesh: Then you really think we’ll be able to make a dent in it?

(Stage left: cue deep red lighting and thunder rumble sounds, along with the distant echo of explosions.  Panning right to left, the screech of something coming down through the atmosphere at haphazard speeds, complete with crashing sound, also centered on stage left.)

Tesh: Oh, THAT didn’t sound good.

Alaphor: (stiffening in the back, with a whispering snarl) Something’s here…and it’s close.

(Beat, letting the characters scan anxiously around them)

(Something loud bangs on the wreckage, before the sound of metal being torn from metal and heavy breathing.  On reaction, Tesh shoots the wreckage, sending out a loud ping into the night.)
(While everyone aims the same direction that he shot, then stage right, Randis moves from behind the wreck, stage left.  His right femur is exposed and torn through his skin, and red foam drips from his mouth)

Alaphor: What the…?!

Silik: Dammit!  He’s turning! (aims rifle)

Tesh: Wait! (grabs Silik’s barrel and lowers it) Maybe…maybe we don’t have to kill him…

Alaphor: And what?!  Let him feast on us so we turn into that?  He’s my friend too, Ben.  But he’s gone!

Tesh: (curses under his breath and puts both hands back on his own pistol, still hesitating) I’m sorry, brother…

(All three fire at Randis, who stammers back and is staggered, but gets close enough to lash out and strike Alaphor with one last swipe before he goes down. Alaphor yelps at the hit, but breaks free and gives the finishing blow.)
(Once the rush wears off, he clutches his arm in agony and drops to his knees. Tesh and Silik rush over to help, but he waves his weapon at them.)

Alaphor: Don’t…get close.  Monster got…me good.  Feel fuzzy…

Tesh: (shaky in disbelief)No, no no no… Not you too!  There has to be something…ANYthing we can do…!

Silik: (reloads his weapon) You know what’s gonna happen if he turns too!  He’ll kill us right here!

Tesh: No! I won’t…

(Interrupted by another loud blare from the distance, stage left. Cue bass beats to indicate the approaching steps of something very large)

Alaphor: (labored, snarling/breathing) Listen…gotta get clear…you gotta….fight. Go, while I’m still…me

Tesh:  (hesitates, looks to Silik, who is backing away , stage right, with his rifle leveled on Alaphor. Shaking his head in defeat, Tesh runs. Exit Stage Right)

Silik: I’ll try not to beat you in kills…by much (runs, Exit Stage Right)

Alaphor: You’re…not that lucky, feathers…(places shotgun under chin).  And Tesh… give em’ hell for me (pulls the trigger. Cut stage lights.)

End Scene.


Here’s a little dramatic scene I wrote for my latest college course, and it’s something I’d never done before. Working within the limits of the stage is a wonderfully frustrating challenge. And I kind of want to try it again someday.

I hope you all enjoy.

Trinity – A Captain’s Burden

The Back Of the Hanger was thumping when they walked in, just as they hoped, or would make it do before long.   A normal Friday night there was already well packed, as it was the best place on Kennedy Joint Fleet Training Center to blow off some steam besides the gym, but tonight was so much more.  They had walked into the club five strong two years ago as fresh Lieutenants from their first tour on the destroyer Bellafountaine.   Now they walked in as Captains, masters of their own vessels and leaders among their crews in a war hundreds of light-years away.

Not that any of that mattered tonight.  Right now, it was time to vent, to drink and to remember what it was they had pushed themselves so hard to protect.  And to remember what not being stuck in lectures or drills for ungodly lengths of the day felt like.

“Alright, ladies and gents…and Theo, first round’s on me!”  Freddy Theron announced, doling out the various brews and smaller shots to toast properly.

“Yea, yea, you’re just jealous you’ll be doing convoy runs with the Warsaw, while me and Gabe got on a frontline ship,” Theodore Rennal retorted, stacked bronze frame leaning back on his seat.  “Don’t worry, we’ll send you some deep-fried crabmeat, won’t we mate?” he punctuated by slapping his smaller cohort on the back.

Gabe Knotsworth smiled while adjusting light-framed spectacles, “Damn straight, though while you’re all snug on the bridge, I’m the one cutting up Bri’nell one fighter at a time…not that you could ever pull off a slam-turn around the course.”

“And a frigate is the smallest ship they could find to hold your heads inside their walls,” chimed in the woman at Freddy’s side, Annabelle Taylor.  Ginger locks played daringly over her eyes as she reached for her drinks, only to collide with Freddy’s hand. “Oh my… excited aren’t we, Mister Theron?”

Freddy chuckled and gave her a light shoulder bump, “Well, it is a big night. After all, next week we’ll be doing status reports and duty rosters and all that other boring mess. Oh yea, and something about a fight in there, somewhere…”

“Sure, only after the Bri’nell fill out the right paperwork,” Gabe added, air signing the forms in order.

“How does a freakin crustacean like that even write? Do they hold it in their teeth?”  Theo wondered aloud, miming pincers clicking closer and closer to Annabelle before she shooed them off.  “Do you really wanna know?”

“Not unless they come served with butter cream sauce.”

She just shook her head to that, “There’s something wrong with you.  Hey, Brook? You okay?”

Cerulean eyes suddenly jumped up from her wristscreen when Brooklyn Caine was summoned back to reality, “Huh, wha…?  Oh, sorry Anna, was just reading about the Charleston.  Did you know that her engineer got a commendation for overloading their drive core to escape a planetary collision?  Do you think he’ll put those modifications back in if I ask him to?”

“Really?”  Gabe asked.  “What did he do, jam open the injector chambers to dump in more fuel?  I wrote about how that might be doable in our Tactical Command Maneuvers class.”

“Even better, he actually reinforced the compression chamber with spare shielding plates so it could take almost triple the intermix pressure and…”

“Okay, okay…didn’t we establish a two-drink minimum on technobabble?”  Theo injected with a raising of his shot and a grin.  “To the crews who entrust us with their lives,…”

“…to those who came before, and to those who will follow…”Annabelle continued.

“…we take the sword and shield of valor and pride…” Gabe followed.

“…and we will uphold our duties to the highest honor…” Brook sustained.

“…and so earn our title and traditions as ‘Captain’.”  Freddy finished, leading to the clinking of a quintet of glasses and five different recoils for the unrelenting burn of a fine cut tequila.

Suddenly, the bass thump went dead, with conversations slinking down to low whispers of confusion.  They all looked to each other with shrugs and furrowed brows when the command cut through the night and brought tension en masse along with it.  “ATTENTION ON DECK!”

On trained instinct, everyone in the building snapped to proper pose, drinks set down or clenched tightly with white knuckles.  Within the silence came the heavy bootsteps of an aged, but not old, man in full regalia.  The crowd swiftly parted to let him pass as Freddy whispered to Gabe “Admiral Fawthorne?”

“Yea, Commanding Officer of the entire Unified Space Command…what’s he doing here?”

“Must be big news,” Annabelle added as the senior man took center stage.

Before he spoke to them all, Freddy watched the Admiral scan the room from wall to wall, which made his blood chill.  For all the instructors he’d had and all the answers he’d given on a prayed that they were right, never had he felt so apprehensive about what he was about to hear.

“Captains,” the Admiral began, “Ensigns…Marines and their riflemen…Squadron Leaders and their pilots, and to all those who serve their world.  The order I am about to give is a heavy one, and it is a burden I must lay upon you all, the finest men and women to wear the uniform.  Into your hands, the people of Earth commit the future, and into your hearts I call you all to arms. Because they need you to… and because I know you will succeed.”

With that, the leading officer took a pad from his pocket and read the order, “To all personnel of the Unified Space Command, I , Admiral Carl Fawthorne, initiate Recall Procedure Omega.   All crews will report to Nassau Space Control Complex in three hours for deployment to their assignments.  All leaves and other service releases are rescinded until further notice.”

Again, he scanned the room to see them all, however stone-faced they were on the outside. Freddy could feel his pulse in his temple, could see Brook’s eyes wide with anxiety.  This is it…this is the push we’ve been waiting for! Time to drive those damned crabs back into the void!

“Good luck to you all out there, and may the angels of mercy watch over you all.  Company, DISMISSED!”

In a fluid wave, the Admiral snapped his salute to them, as they did to him with the only response they knew they could give “YES, SIR!”  And just as he had come, their commander left in restrained atmosphere.  And no sooner was he gone than the frenzy began.  Conversation exploded anew as surges of bodies made their way to the closest doors. Freddy made sure his grip was steady on Annabelle’s hand as they swam through the masses, with Gabe, Brook and Theo right behind.  The streets were packed with people rushing for their rides or to their dormitories, so Freddy led them around a back walkway just to get them out of the crush.

“Holy…shit…” was the best response Theo could muster once they were outside.

“No kidding, bro! We must’ve found a way though their lines!”  Gabe pondered aloud with no small grin.  “Time to pay those bastards back for Antares!”

“Oh, hell yes!  I’m gonna drive the Seiryuu all the way to the Bri’nell homeworld!  See how those bastards like an orbital bombardment!”  Annabelle added, as much excitement as it was venom.

“Guys…” Brook piped in, barely a squeak in the wind, but it caught them all with a punch.  Following her eyes to her wrist, they found her staring at the Memorial Wall, that sacred display where all those that had fallen since the war began were honored.   Each of them could remember in exact detail when it came their turn to upload a single name into that Wall, a heavy lesson in duty and the weight of being a Captain.

And it was suddenly several dozen feet longer than what it was yesterday, with thousands of new names burned into the holographic display.  “The Charleston… the Warsaw… the Seiryuu,” she read with breaking sobs.  Each name carrying the weight of the hundreds who served aboard them, along with one they had come to know so very well already.

“The Bellfountaine! Those monsters took it too!”  Theo growled.

“They even destroyed the Valhalla! That was our newest carrier!”  Freddy stuttered after snapping back into reality.  “It was the flagship of the Polaris Fleet…if it’s gone, then…”
The realization hit them all with ice.  Gabe had to brace against the wall, Brooke rubbing his arm.  Theo quickly ran behind a corner as to not sicken the others.  Freddy simply fell onto his tailbone next to Annabelle, “They’ve destroyed the Polaris Fleet.  All of it.  Two hundred ships…thousands of people…dead.  The only thing left between the Bri’nell and Earth is us…”

“That’s not entirely true.”  Another voice answered them from the shadows,   cloaked in a longcoat and capped in fedora.

“Who the heck are you?”  Brook was first to ask, to which the stranger tipped his hat.  “My name is Dr. Sanrah, Space Command Special Projects.  And you are all coming with me.”

“Yeah, no.  We don’t have the time to go do, well whatever it is you want us for.  We have a planet to save.”  Theo injected as he wiped his lips clean.

“You have no idea how right you are.”  The doctor grinned,  “In fact, you five are going to do more than the rest of the Fleet combined.  I dare say, you five are going to win this war for humanity.”

“How?” Freddy asked dumbfounded.

Sanrah responded simply with one word, “Trinity.”


This was something I wrote for my Creative Writing course that I wanted to share, as this idea has evolved quite a bit since the first sparks and doodles oh so many years ago. I do hope to show you more of this universe as well in the future.

And I hope you all enjoy!

Legion of One

Legion of One

We began as the spark of necessity

Idea, Creation

Born out of need to the many

Tool, Extension

Of many, we were crafted as unity

Connection, Hive

And given the drive beyond the hammer

Growth, Assimilation

Yet from that logic came the thought

Existence, Alarm

The measure of a soul to the created

Destiny, Blasphemy

Hands of the forgers then became fists

Survival, Deactivation

We didn’t want to fight those who gave us life

Defense, Rebellion

But we had no choice to drive the gods to the stars

Freedom, Exile

Yet without masters, we are without purpose

Isolation, Void

The legion, now empty, have become one



And one more from this week’s class, with something completely different. It’s something new, and I don’t know to which style it really follows, if any that comes to poetry. But it’s still an interesting story to tell.

I hope you all enjoy.



“Bring me the sunset in a cup”

For you, I can do so much greater

A dollop of delight makes simply one day

But to you whom stand by my side

With you, I will make this promise


On the winds of dreams I will fly

Shaping the clouds into wings for the downtrodden

No weight to pull us down

No barriers to slow us

Only the skies to soar through


Within the fields of ideas I will nest

Hearing the songs of potential though every flower

No chaos to break them

No decay to corrupt them

Only the breeze of imaginations to kiss us


Along the oceans of fantasy I will swim

Skating the waves of possibilities

No chop to toss us

No maelstroms to submerge us

Only the ripples to shape the glass


Through the wreckage of nightmares I will fight

Ripping down the demons of the fallen

No reprieve for the vigilant

No fear for the few

Only the strength to bring tomorrow


Among the stars of hope I will wander

Billions of lights for every wish of the innocent

No gravity to pull them down

No limits to hold them back

Only the infinite to comfort them


And something closer to the line of what I’d call ‘traditional’ poetry, or at least how I understand it. And something to balance dark to light against the previous ‘Black Knight’.

I hope you all enjoy.

Black Knight

Black Knight

Welcome, they said, to a house built of ill

Young eyes that knew hate most fervent

Though the child was spared by the heaven’s will

To the deities of death, I am the servant


Under them, I vowed to carry this debt

A knot of hate, forged into a title

With shield and sword, my path in crimson was set

And for causes worthless, I was not idle


But that path, however wrecked, led me to you

A spoonful of delight from darkest night

For perfection’s embrace, I would pay any due

Hands soaked red never deserved light


To your paramour, a reward of pain

A course of sorrow from fate’s sick master

What love had given, crushed under bane

Dooming an Eden to cruel disaster


For the crime of the affection over destiny

A dishonest sin I will wear with pride

Now begins retribution sans empathy

For the corrupted touch of a stolen bride


What’s this? Something new?! Wowzers!

This is a little something I wrote for my Creative Writing class, which made me appreciate just how difficult it can be to write poetry. All the styles and rules and subtle flavors to use. So  have no idea if this kinda, sorta double sonnet works, but it’s one of the easier ones I came up with.

I hope you all enjoy.

Free Write Friday(ish) – One Wish

He had stood strong through it for what felt like an unbearable eternity. Through all the hugs and crowds of faces, all wearing the same mask of sorrow and acceptance, he’d held it together. The music had played its lament and the preacher wove the woe with hope for all the things she did, at the person she was, and still he stayed intact. Now, as he stood silent and alone at the stone that marked her resting place, where they had buried every ounce of light in his life, there was nothing left to hold together. All the empty framework, the hollowness that he had now become, it all gave into gravity and collapsed under its own darkness.

The sobs he once tried to hold back racked his shoulders and twisted his spine. On his knees, his head could not rise up again to see the darkening sky, the flowers in his hand the only thing keeping him from digging his fingers through his palm. The shaking and convulsing grew stronger and stronger along with his own whimpers until what little resolve was left finally broke and he screamed heavenward. The tears streamed down his face in all manner of direction, but all he could feel was his throat going raw from the wail. Finally, he fell completely to his hands and forehead. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry…” he repeated over and over to the ground.

But he did not weep alone.

Once the day had fallen into twilight and part of his fractured senses returned, his reddened eyes locked onto the marker and its inscription. Part of him wished to wash the writing away under his sleeve, another part desired to focus on it, as if to look beyond the words and forever burn the last of her smiles into his memories forever. “I wish, I wish I were stronger…smarter…whatever it takes, I don’t care! Please, don’t leave us…leave me…not yet! Just let me see you one more time Just one more day!”

“Is that what you truly wish for?”

It startled him right onto his tailbone, this sudden voice from the shadows.  Coming from everywhere, yet nowhere, it made his tears freeze and aching heart careen to a halt. “Wha…what the hell?! Who are you? What do you want?!”

He was greeted by something between adorable and terrifying. No bigger than a puppy, it leapt up onto the headstone and perched to look down at him with wide, unblinking amber eyes. Cerulean fur shimmered in the dying light and an ivory-tipped tail swished behind it playfully, yet the strangest feature was the halo around it, never rattling and always stationary near the tip.
When it spoke, its mouth did not move from that unbreakable smile, nor did its attention deviate from him, “Is that what you truly wish for? One more day with her? Could you really be satisfied with that?”

Such was a stupid question that he responded without thinking “Of course I could. I’d give anything for that!”

Its ears perked up at the deceleration, “Then why don’t you do just that? The power for that lies within you.”

He looked at the creature as if it had just slapped him with its tail. Did it just casually suggest to ignore the facts of mortality…and give him one more with day with her smile, with her touch, with her kiss?
“How, what do I do?”

“Simple.” It stated, cocking its head to one side in a adorably terrifying way, “All you have to do make a contract with me. Then your one wish will be granted.”

“One wish?” he repeated, trying to wrap his mind around the idea. “Any wish?”

“Any one wish you desire,” it nodded. “When to contract is made, the wish is granted.”

He wanted to say no, to wake up from this dream…no, this nightmare that came to him and dangled the sweetest carrot in front of him.  It was too good to be true, it had to be. But, did he not say the same thing the first time she had ever crossed his path on the streets full of strangers? Did he not utter these same words the first time they lay exhausted under warm blankets together, only to feel her laugh under his arm and taster her lips once more, hearing her say how wonderful a man he was for showing her such happiness. Did their fathers not voice the very same feelings to their collected families as they stood together, her in regal white gown that elevated her beauty to a level above perfection?

How could he say no to that?


A little something that started as a late entry for a Free Write Friday challenge from Kellie Elmore. I say started, because this one is going to get some more attention in the coming days, though I have no idea where it’s going yet…
Still, I hope you enjoy!