GriffinFire

on the sixth anniversary of Sonnet II A bolder suitor’d brave the ice and snow To bring a dozen roses to your door, But I instead bask in computer’s glow And type these words for one I still adore. It’s many months now since our paths have crossed, But in my mind’s your image burning bright: In heroes forged in flame and queens of frost I find you when I draw and when I write. To reach across the distance large or small, To take your hand in mine, to pull you close, To sit beside you silently enthralled, To be near you is what I wish the most.     Whatever new horizons we explore,     In friendship, or perhaps in

from the undead, with love When darkness falls and all the dead things wake, When deep among the worms we hear your call, For you our earthy beds we soon forsake, Our empress of ascendant Shadowfall. In armour clad, necrotic blade in hand, Your father's legacy upholding true, To conquer kingdoms of this blighted land You lead us forth to redden fields anew. The living quail at your approach by night, And at our howling dirge, our ghoulish song. For you is not their mundane breath and light; It is among the dead that you belong.     For but one fav'ring glance from your cold eyes,     At your word we would die and, once more, r