Endless Light

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With the ridiculousness of every

shadow lurking afore us all;

inevitability is a look, gained, and saw-

For what eyeless beast enters in from out of the boogieman’s

closet? Nothing but a gasp, at the very thought of such a logic.

Insanity fidgets a beautiful face;

the day your thoughts unto fears, are doth enslaved-

for war is a war, fought hardest in the mind-

a fragile mind; written all the time-

chaos is the fidgeting nightmare, made into a grin-

to smite such thoughts, endless light…

war, and war, woven like skin-

For good and evil, unto all things;

decided is the rise and fall;

it is like a freight train, used as vengeance;

it is like a fiend, wearing a flowing dress.

It is like a thought used as a grin.

But what ho, little one, endless questions ceased;

always remember you this:

That the deeper into the endless light, we go;

the darker becomes your shadow-

And the infinite gunfire admist all our world wars?

This is called the endless light;

it is like waging an assault, with the golden gates of the stronghold in front.

and nothing but shadows from behind…

Copyrightcopyright May 31, 2017

Hi Everyone, I’m gunna be opening up way more of Cascadia Legends :)

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Hello everybody. 🙂

In case you probably didn’t notice, I had recently made the site private. But I’m gunna be opening it up now.

Not only will I open the site, I’m also going to open “Cascadia Adventures”

Now some of those Cascadia Adventure stories might have pics, but some might not. I know the new ones may not have any, or just a singular pic, not sure.

But soon the whole sight will be open.

 

It’s gunna take me awhile to work on editing the Cascadia Adventures side, because I changed some stuff, but it should still be awesome. My only request is that none of my work or material me stolen, or posted anywhere on other material, website, book, or media, without letting me know or asking please. Thank you.

-from an old friend,

          Gregory Thomas

Change of Hearts- Part 1

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Nemius went upstairs, using his powers over darkness to sense the heartbeats all around him. Lueka was indeed up here, sweeping the cruel cold ground, just as the inn keeper said she was. Lueka was a terribly shy, and woefully nervous person. Rarely did she ever smile, and even rarer was she ever happy… Nemius stood in silence, his cruel foreboding eyes piercing into her. She was so distraught within her own thoughts, that she had not even noticed Nemius standing right in front of her. She swept as though she were sweeping within her very own miseries… Until she looked up And was startled by Nemius’ immediate presence.

“Oh! Nemius!” she went, “I-I didn’t even notice you…How long were you standing there?” Nemius stood silent, his face pale, and his heart cold, I was here long enough…” Nemius began, “To surprise you. Were you really surprised? To see me again? Or did you know deep in your heart, that I would return for you?” ” …Forgive me.” Lueka said, “I am foolish…” “No, you are stubborn.” Nemius tried his best to smile, without rearing his fangs, “The time to do away with this place is now…” Nemius went. “…N-now?” said Lueka, “But…I have, to make sure this place is-
“Nemius’s smile faded with his patience, “Dear mistress, you said after all, that you would follow me from here one day, no? That day is now. Perhaps you owe this to yourself, more than you do to me…” Nemius then peered his menacing eyes deep into Lueka’s, his very gaze ceased her every movement, almost as if it was turning her into stone, as she looked at nothing but his eyes, and heard, nothing but his voice..!
“Luuuuueka…..” went Nemius with his voice,

“Ne…Nemius?” Lueka’s voice almost purred uncontrollably, as she whispered back.
“Lueka, is such a pretty name, to go to waste…Luuuuuuuuueka..!” Nemius’s voice echoed and surrounded all around Lueka’s head,
“…Nemius.”

“Leave this place with me. Nemius, is here…”
“I…Suppose I, leave here.” Lueka fumbled, like sunlight into a black-hole, her heart drew itself into Nemius. Every tone of his voice warmed her every ounce of skin. “This place.” Nemius began as he headed for the door, with Lueka following behind him, “It’s people; the parasitic presence of them all… I can teach you how to dominate them all.” Lueka wobbled, feeling light headed as she followed after Nemius, all sounds around seemed to cancel out, leaving only the sound of Nemius’s voice to remain. She listened in deep of his very words, despite not fully understanding what he was saying to her.

“You are, perhaps…More valuable than you may realize, Lueka…So valuable, and yet so vulnerable…”

Copyrightcopyright December 19, 2014

A Man Fell Down into Hell

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PHOTO_20141216_220507~2_HagridA man fell down, through a crack in the ground.

Then fell even farther, as the shadows grew darker. His body hit the ground, and made a thud sound. His eyes opened wide, to a terrible sight. Men that were not, danced in fires made hot. Their eyes gleaming wicked, their head hairs twisted. And rock was everywhere, dressed as a stone, the very ground littered with bone. The man felt the heat, and felt it well;

he had indeed, fallen into hell. And evil giggled, just like girls, as one another vomited up the souls devoured and hurled. Slop was as skin, slopped up and eaten. Horns, just like a bull’s, on every single head;

The dance of fire indeed, was the very dance of the dead! Loud noises clashed like pots;

and wailing noises rang loud, like gun shots. Blood was like juice, slurped on by the fiends;

never any sleep, never any sleep.

And the man looked down, and saw he had no legs. Yet floated. And the man looked up, and saw black darkness. And yet no end to this…

And skin was like bones, as the man floated forth. And his body turned to skeleton, by way of the fire born source. His eyes opened horrible, shaking with fear. And the things there that saw him, bore eyes black like a deer’s. The man yelled with a fumbling cry, and died a never-ending death;

all tears from him, evaporated as he wept. The things giggled like kiddies, with evil faces. Wearing bits of flesh on their teeth, as if braces. The things snatched up the man, bone by bone;

They played pick-up-sticks, with his very soul. And from out of the corner of his ear, the man could still hear;

the other man he killed, just before coming here…

Copyrightcopyright December 17, 2014

The Sea and the Grave

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Two similar entities sharing the same fate...

Two similar entities sharing the same fate…

The sea and the grave, is a thin black line; it has it’s eyes, peering into mine. The sea gave way, along with the very tears of the sky. Together the angels cried, and the watery waves thrashed, my ship was rolling, rammed, and denied. I pushed back the sea, and her embrace did I reject, her woe was like fire that had wept and wept. I am, and was, a sailor of the lost. I was, and still am, the Last man’s Storm. But souls release themselves from their graves, by way of trumpets; I swear I could hear the sky; black as midnight. The face of the storm, I swore was my enemy; nay, was the storm, for she wished to warn me-

There was a monster beneath the sea, that she didn’t want me to see..! But I saw it. And it was inevitable. Rising slow from out the beneath, a hideous shape, like a sea made of tears and corpses, that thing rose a’hundred feet high over me; my boat was prey. The thing was blacker than evil midnight; that thing had piercing eyes that glowed yellower than the monster in the sun. A slit in the middle, like a dagger for it’s pupil; And twisting blackened limbs, by the thousands, one by one, like bending serpents each did rise from the sea-

The sea was like a grave, the sea was like a grave. A grave, a grave, a horrible grave. Two yellow, evil eyes locked it’s gaze at me, and a horrible roar shouted out like evil from out of the mouths of a million grown men. And from out of the raging sea, a silhouette did reach from out; tentacles stood two-stories high-

it spelled forth for my demise; it was, the Great Kraken. The beast reached for the ship, as I reached for a spear;

 both objects reached for, without pity, or mercy-

two cold hearts, for the grave and the sea. Boneless limbs thrashed about, one to embrace the bow, and another to reach for me-

I roared with the thunder, and dashed with the fiends, and crimson, had it’s way with one of the tentacles that laid. The Kraken’s tentacles reached again, pulling back it’s wounded limb, and I heard cries from the ship, as it’s tentacles pounded against it’s wood-

blood was as rust, newly made by way of my every thrust. There was lightning like a fork, to smite all the things it hated, just like me and the spear, and the Kraken with the fear. The doom came down, and the spear thrusted up, and the blood ran down, and the screams bottled up-

the ship was dying, and the waves were growing; the Kraken took in anger, and so did I.

I saw light flash, and then strike the beast, and a tentacle like a talon, crushed the ship that did creak-

I leaped, like no kind of man, nor human, had ever leap before;

it’s eye in my sights; as I was mid air born.

Plank after plank of the ship went to the watery grave, as my spear went to the eye;

crimson tears did stream down it’s demise-

the sound of thrashing limbs, a thousand of them in the sea, and a thousand of them, in their graves-

I hit the coldest water, and was covered by it;

like fire from the blaze, I looked up and saw black clouds, as I screamed with the waves.

Copyrightcopyright October 28, 2014

I Was Legion

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Long and many a’fourscore ago, I was Legion. I combined an arm, of many a’score of thousands,

divided into order, from division to division. I was legion with swords, bronze shields couldn’t block; and legion with arrows, steel plating couldn’t stop. I was inevitable like the sun, I was, and-

inevitable as one, and as infinite hands. A soldier was an understatement, to whom so dare call me; I was the fable in the making; a legend, was me. The battle was a ring, for fire did circle around.T’was a curious resonance; a fire that had burned, without a sound, as I sent forth my shield brothers; the very assault of war hounds. Over fire did we each gambade, up and over; I was legion, one and yet of many over flame; soldier after soldier. A glaive was but a spadroon, whatever men should call it; it was held within my hands, at the dying stroke of noon. A spur slayed like a thorn; the legion of doom-

cutting down foes, from sword after sword, as each of their faces saw death by the hordes. Inescapable sword… I was the legion that poured. Shield brothers, that wore my flag, wore a red “x” on their skulls; yay of them all, that so dare had the gull. Each feet that were laced as sandals, covered over in crimson; I was legion, I was legion! But something insidious showed it’s face, on the battle field, all faces of the dead, rose back up from their graves! Their twisted faces, skulls and peeling flesh, and the stench that was the stench, had but reeked full with death! Every foe slain, rose back up again; as every ally that was felled, fell for good and all in pain-

the enemy would rise, in where my men would stay slain..! Corpses marched, lessening the living army, as the hymns wrothing the dead; tongues sung out the song like harpies; and sirens, luring me into death, did I cut down dead heads-

their horrible eyelashes winking deviously at soldiers dead. A fourscore of legion, trying to get away; inevitable reapers, were the Army of the Decay. My shield brothers, all smitted where they each now lay dead; and me, nay to give up, my legion, my legion. Fire burned around like a cruel sphere; I was legion, without fear. And aloft the breathing, thick with red mist; rain crashed earth and poured, like the sea for the fish. Clouds grey with maddening terror, bloated out the dying sun-

Dead bones walking, in the name of the skeleton, and forked tongues covered with slobber, just like a living dead dog..! I was a fourscore o’ men, and a fourscore till the end; skull and bones in my eyes, reflecting off the dead. I took a sharp sword, name it what you will; cold steel coated in crimson, as if it bore gills. And the legion was me, that so dare this legend tell-

tell them I heard church bells, before they dragged me to hell.

Poem Story Meaning: A warrior always finds battle, but those who live

by the sword, shall die by the sword.

Copyrightcopyright May 27, 2014

The Knight and the Bee

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Let me giggle a song for ye-

About a knight that wiggled, as he fought off The Impeccable Bee-

For a bee so large, it’s screeches were like screams-

The Impeccable Bee-

The knight took up arms, to sever six,

To turn into objects used to play Pick-up-Sticks-

With a mighty legendary sword used to quell the horde,

And to cut into slices, and to be cut unto the core-

The sword they called “The Servicle” was wielded by knight’s hands,

And with it’s magic never-ending, it’s glowing blue shine, and expanding-
The Impeccable Bee wielded the opposite,

He held “The Wicked Divider” glowing with evil as deposits-

And the fray was on, as the knight took off two,

In the charge, arms severed off at the glow of the sword’s blue-

And faces were cut against, by The Wicked Divider, by The Impeccable Bee,

And his evil red divider-

As the battle quelled hence, the knight’s sword sunk deep into the fiend’s chest,

As five arms were cut off in the midst of the knight crowned, relentless-

The knight gathered bee’s arms until he held an arm of bits,

And invented the game men now call “Pick-up-Sticks”

With the swords casted far away, and far away at last-

In the two voids men now call, the future and the past-

As the seeker of demise slithers around in search of,

searching for The Wicked Divider, drawn forever unto the evil that it deploys…

Stories Meaning: Persistence always wins over haste

Copyrightcopyright April 14, 2014