Don't expect the nice, happy poems you've seen before. No more cookies and candy for good little boys and girls. No more sunshine and flowers for all the tree-huggers of the world. I've got a pike with your name on it, and soon, your head. This is not Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, because if it is, he's probably waiting in the ground in a cramped little wooden box with worms crawling all over him. Care to join him? Fun and games are now officially over. I will baptize the very ground you walk on with the essence of your life. Macabre, sadistic and vile, my words will rip your soul out clean from your body and cast it down to the depths of Hades to writhe in agony for all time. The shadow moon has risen, and blood will be spilled to herald its coming. Yours.

What do you think of the monstrosities that I've composed? Are they to your liking? Do you bite your thumb at them? Will you dare insult them to my face? Set your pen down on the paper (or your fingers on the keyboard), and maybe you will be saved from the wrath of the Scourge...

My other dominion contains my other works as well. It is at if you dare to transcend reality and walk into my world. Just be forewarned, my world is not the faint of heart. In fact, you might even lose yours before you even brush past my gates...

Ha ha ha ha ha...

"In Nomine Domini Sabaouth filiique ite ad infernos."

"In the Name of God the Father and the Son, I cast thee to hell."

"Gloria Patriae, et Filio, Da Pacem,
Gloria Patriae, et Filio, Da Pacem.
Sicut erat, in principio,
Et nunc et semper, et sin saecula,
Saeculorum, Magnificat,
Anima mea Pacem."

"Let my pen by my tongue, and its words, my voice. If prose is the language of the mind, then poetry is the song of the heart." - Yours Truly