I feel like I am in a bubble,
closed off from everything including myself.
I am terrified.
I feel dead inside.
There is truly nothing left of me,
but an empty husk,
and even that is dying.
Life is naught more than a mask I wear.
The mask has started to crack and crumble.
Clouds gather and lightning flashes
Raindrops and thunder rolls
The air is crisp and the earth damp
The body cleansed and the soul purified
The mind cleared and the heart sent soaring
The clouds part and the sun shines
The Spirit is Renewed
S. Dillabough
You walk into the room and my day gets better.
You smile and my world gets brighter.
You laugh and my heart gets lighter.
You say that you love and I give you everything I am.
S.Dillabough
Dragons fly on gossamer wings
while fairies dance under the toadstools.
Elves are tapping away on shoes
while leprechauns are counting gold.
The Baen Sidhe are quiet
and Mortis is peacefully grazing.
All is quiet, beautiful, and serene.
S.Dillabough
A bright flash,
and a burning hot wind.
A river boiled away,
and a building leveled.
A child's cry,
and a woman's shriek.
A loud explosion,
and then
Silence Dead silence.
The silence of an abyss.
S.Dillabough
June 19, 1995
Time
The dying ache of pain,
The rusting of metal.
The decay of wood,
The crumble of stone.
The easing of sorrow,
Erasing all memory of a civilization.
There is NOTHING that time cannot affect.
S. Dillabough
Sept. 1, 2000
The Spirit Rider
Black as night
Gleaming golden light.
Silvery cold steel
Speeding on twin wheels.
Blue and red lights
Back in the night.
Turning with a squeal
On smoking black wheels.
His eyes burn with fire
He knows he will never tire.
He will run all night
He won't stop without a fight.
Taking a sharp turn
His headlight seems to burn.
Narrowly missing the shoulder
His taillight seems to smoulder.
His jacket bursts into fire
He looks like a funeral pyre.
S. Dillabough
The Spell
Raven's blood and crow's raucous cry.
Dragon's roar and people die.
Unicorn's horn and griffin call.
A harpy's scream to return you all.
To be locked away these centuries five is a story so tragic.
This spell is to reveal, and breach, the borders of the hidden realm of magic.
Scott Dillabough
I feel like I am in a bubble,
closed off from everything including myself.
I am terrified.
I feel dead inside.
There is truly nothing left of me,
but an empty husk,
and even that is dying.
Life is naught more than a mask I wear.
The mask has started to crack and crumble.
Clouds gather and lightning flashes
Raindrops and thunder rolls
The air is crisp and the earth damp
The body cleansed and the soul purified
The mind cleared and the heart sent soaring
The clouds part and the sun shines
The Spirit is Renewed
S. Dillabough
You walk into the room and my day gets better.
You smile and my world gets brighter.
You laugh and my heart gets lighter.
You say that you love and I give you everything I am.
S.Dillabough
Dragons fly on gossamer wings
while fairies dance under the toadstools.
Elves are tapping away on shoes
while leprechauns are counting gold.
The Baen Sidhe are quiet
and Mortis is peacefully grazing.
All is quiet, beautiful, and serene.
S.Dillabough
A bright flash,
and a burning hot wind.
A river boiled away,
and a building leveled.
A child's cry,
and a woman's shriek.
A loud explosion,
and then
Silence Dead silence.
The silence of an abyss.
S.Dillabough
June 19, 1995
Time
The dying ache of pain,
The rusting of metal.
The decay of wood,
The crumble of stone.
The easing of sorrow,
Erasing all memory of a civilization.
There is NOTHING that time cannot affect.
S. Dillabough
Sept. 1, 2000
The Spirit Rider
Black as night
Gleaming golden light.
Silvery cold steel
Speeding on twin wheels.
Blue and red lights
Back in the night.
Turning with a squeal
On smoking black wheels.
His eyes burn with fire
He knows he will never tire.
He will run all night
He won't stop without a fight.
Taking a sharp turn
His headlight seems to burn.
Narrowly missing the shoulder
His taillight seems to smoulder.
His jacket bursts into fire
He looks like a funeral pyre.
S. Dillabough
The Spell
Raven's blood and crow's raucous cry.
Dragon's roar and people die.
Unicorn's horn and griffin call.
A harpy's scream to return you all.
To be locked away these centuries five is a story so tragic.
This spell is to reveal, and breach, the borders of the hidden realm of magic.
Scott Dillabough
I recently read an Albert Einstein quote that I have found both amusing and true.
"Only two things are infinite. The universe and human stupidity, and i'm not sure about the first one"