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The Hyperion Empire: Bloodlust

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Flowing through the shadows of the night. I wrote a sexy dark Halloween story for you. It's over on After Dark Tales, and I take no responsibility if you end up hiding under the covers or needing a cold shower. Enjoy! Thursday, October 31, 2013. Hyperion Empire Main Page. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sixteen Thoughts that came After. What I Might Have Done". Three Limericks about Boobies! Left, is only the surrender. Dream Song, asked and answered. I remember every broken heart. More the Fool, I.

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The Hyperion Empire: Bitter the Taste of Memory, of Me

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Flowing through the shadows of the night. Bitter the Taste of Memory, of Me. The Thirty-One Days of Poetry (2013 Edition). Day - the Third. Bitter the Taste of Memory, of Me. Ashes of Pain and Sadness. As they escape the dying fire. They coat my tongue. Bitter; the taste of memory, of me. Waiting at the fire's edge;. The Darkness slowly closing in like a vise. This is the Vigil of my Destruction,. And the Watch is not yet done. Two Thousand Twelve Edition. Two Thousand Eleven Edition. More the Fool, I.

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The Hyperion Empire: Come Undone

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Flowing through the shadows of the night. The Thirty-One Days of Poetry (2013 Edition). Day - the Thirteenth. I dream of a time when you cast your fears aside and let me call you,. Talk to you, tempt you and take you, like you so deserve to be taken. I have dreamed of your voice, and I thought "we need to speak soon. The sound of my voice will calm her." I dream of having my words slip. Into your ear, run down your spine, and spread out over your body like. Hear my voice and come undone. More the Fool, I.

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The Hyperion Empire: Seething Passion

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Flowing through the shadows of the night. Seething Passion Purest felt. Hearts can mend Souls may melt. Essence of Angelic grace. Vicious Violence Darkness laced. Desperate Need Ascending Lust. Reigning Ash return to dust. Fluttered nerves Reddened blush. Acid burn and somber hush. Passion's trails clinging smoke. Shivered fear Desire woke. Shouted bark or whispered plea. Longing floats in Ether Sea. Joy and suff'ring never tame. Bound as one in Passion's flame. Read more of my Poetry. More the Fool, I.

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The Hyperion Empire: The World Stops When You Look Away

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Flowing through the shadows of the night. The World Stops When You Look Away. The Thirty-One Days of Poetry (2013 Edition). Day - the Eleventh. The World Stops When You Look Away. You look away, and the. My soul laid bare, my. Hopes, my dreams my fears. I reach for you, but you. Shrink from my embrace;. And now you want to. Upon a time I. Held you in my arms. I kept you safe from. All the world’s great harms. Now you look at me. With stranger’s eyes. This is how the. Flame goes cold and dies. The Empire ...

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The Hyperion Empire: The Violence Of My Desire

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Flowing through the shadows of the night. The Violence Of My Desire. The Thirty-One Days of Poetry (2013 Edition). Day - the Seventeenth. The Poem for Day 17 is for Mature Audiences, and as such I have housed it over on After Dark Tales. If you dare, please go give it a read! The Violence Of My Desire. See the 2013 Edition of the Thirty-One Days of Poetry. Two Thousand Twelve Edition. Two Thousand Eleven Edition. Two Thousand Ten Edition. Wednesday, December 18, 2013. Hyperion Empire Main Page.

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The Hyperion Empire: So, she did

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Flowing through the shadows of the night. So, she did. The Thirty-One Days of Poetry (2013 Edition). Day - the Eighth. So, she did. Every last accusation against Annie was a lie. She did not flirt sluttishly like some sex-crazed. Whore trying to steal other women's husbands. Jiminy Christmas: Annie wore skirts six inches. Annie HAD lost a bunch of. Weight, and tanned. She looked great, and man! Fellows took notice; wives felt threatened. Annie was innocent, which didn't stop the. So, she did. Flowing thr...

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The Hyperion Empire: Please remember the day

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Flowing through the shadows of the night. Please remember the day. The Thirty-One Days of Poetry (2013 Edition). Days - the Ninth and Tenth. Please Remember the Day. Please remember the day you broke my heart. I keep looking over to my left,. Expecting to see you next to me,. And have that twinge of sorrow. When I realize you're not there. You forgot the pet names I called you,. The silly little endearments that. Meant something to us, no one else. You forgot the dreams I had, the Big Ideas,. I need a hug.

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The Hyperion Empire: Given How They Fall

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Flowing through the shadows of the night. Given How They Fall. The Thirty-One Days of Poetry (2013 Edition). Day - the Seventh. Given How They Fall. Given how they fall, he never looks. Their deaths are shared with him,. A communal event; his will made flesh. More like the will of whoever is paying. Him and torn flesh), but an intimate. Bonding experience all the same. So, the dying is not done alone,. No matter what the stories say. Plus, not for nothing, but when. One fires a Nagant M1895 Revolver.