I hear it on the breeze! That sound of whirling doom, that doth encroach so dreadfully fast.

One would wish that he were far from the grizzly scene about to take place, but nay, he cannot turn his eyes away from this impending carnage.

And now upon these dry and tainted leaves, crisp against the thin snow, mixed well with the black of the frozen soil; I hear the quick step of his aggressor.

All at once, the dry and brittle reeds give way to that sacred dragon that doth rule these lands and her name is Mythmod. She lashes at the victim with the blessed and powerful modstick, warning he and all who tread this thicket after him to make no problems here in this hallowed forest, for it shall be dealt back upon them with terrifying haste.


(I'm a writer and I thought that I would interject this. It came to me just now and I thought you all may get a kick out of it.)

Do you have a ballad of Mythmod? Write it. I'd like to read it and our generous moderator would probably be a bit flattered to see it as well.

hmmm whats your name? you seem like one of those famous writer people

Not famous yet, but I will be. Until then, my name is uggae lol.

Thats really good.

sort of gothic, edgar allen poe ish. have you published anything, if so give us the ISBN.

Hate is my only friend, pain is my father Torment is delight to me Death is my sanctuary, I seek it with pleasure Please let me die in solitude..

No, I have not published anything yet, but hope to soon. I have a work that has been copyrighted and can be found at the Library of Congress, but I'm still searching for representation on it.