A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Hell Bound

The Black kept gripping, even as she kept slipping out of its clutches.

Realizing she must have made a wrong turn somewhere, she sensed that she had traveled deeper into the catacombs.

But there was a dim light ahead where people were crowded and surging, and the sweetest, most intoxicatingly soul-ravaging music lured her to witness a dark knight and his entourage performing in impassioned glory.

From that moment, she was smitten by a force Hell could never even dream to compete for.

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Myths & Legends

The King’s Blessing

There had been too many tragedies
As a result of decisions made past

Too many losses experienced
When no one can ever go back

The weight of the world had always
Been his burden of responsibility

Generations of corrupt collusions
Cast doubt upon worth of fealty

He had not supported their actions
Yet still carried the onus of ancestry

And Fate can become unkind when
Forces of Chaos manipulate destiny

But somewhere beneath crushed pride
Remained an embered memory of love

It burned too much to touch it so
He’d gripped it with leather glove

Once released if it were possible
He’d have fallen to beg upon knees

As remembered their flights together when
Sacred winds had whispered through trees

And wished with all of his heart that
She could again love wild and free

A Woman's Plight

Sleep Deprivation

“I am now entering into this cycle again, feeling the adrenals cycle up for the next go around of too much, too fast, all of the time as the dogs won’t let me sleep, and everyone else’s day is about to begin.

Too many dogs peeing and pooping and barking and jostling.

Too many cats needin meowing and messing, needing tending and rehoming.

Too many dead-end conclusions rattling, and deadlines resisting their amend.”

A Woman's Plight, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

In-Ferno

“Where am I?”she screamed while he tried to grab onto and hold her as she fought him off in desperation to reclaim herself, not knowing what was needed.

“Can you see me through all of this rage and pain? Would you love me still if I can never be myself, again?”