Im Harv.
I like the colors silver, black, and red.
I like music, both playing and listening.
I like art, both looking and creating.
Also, I like to write and read books and poetry.
My AIM name is wingedlycanvamp.
Below are some of my poems. I hope they make you think and view the world in a new way because remember, life is all perception.
Born in the scorn of a nation.
Follow friendly fire into your torn coffin.
Created from the battered bastared son of confusion.
Fated by the debated son of the reaper.
Fire cries then later laughs.
Smoke rises from the funeral pyres of the liars.
Burning flames turn toward the desperate deceiver.
We know and are learning the disturbing truth.
"THE HOODED FIGURE"
The hooded figure walks and the hooded figure talks as the hooded figure stalks.
Your time is ending and the road is too long to walk and as you thought your life dwindles away. Another grain of sand in the reapers hourglass falls, another grain and you will be released from your pain.
As the angels look down, one consults the crown and it is time to prove his worth. He dives from the heavens, his wings at his side, he’s falling to save your life.
Death's torn, black robe flutters in the battle wind.
The angels gold, silver wings beat down as he draws up his ivory spear.
The fight has begun and as bright as the sun the angel battles with death. And as the grain begins to fall, you stop and you call to the crown and pray that he found a strong and worthy guardian.
