Where is the savior of our People, in this time of crisis? This is done in an iambic dodecameter rhyme.

This is the dream I had every night while I was in therapy.

It’s a short story about a guy who has different personalities and talks to himself.

A poem I wrote about a common question I always wonder about…I think people need to hope more to make this world something better for my future and yours!

This is a poem about a character I have made up. I’m not going to go into much details about him but I have named him William BloodDagger.

The angel of light is masquerading – stealing souls in the race to hell.

Fibonacci form poetry dealing with good and evil, personified.

Written by SingWolfxx.

This poem speaks of my strength to overcome my past and fears.

Chapter four : Metamorphosis.