Now this is an unedited draft of the first chapter of my book Antrium: REDEMPTION.

Chapter 1: WolfBlade…

Those eyes I see, in the dead of night.
Those eyes I fear will be my demise.
Their red burning in the dead of night
Their white lining glowing like moonlight so fine.
I try to decline
Those eyes so malciouse
His teeth sharp and rigid
Those eyes like fire from hell
Now it is easy to see why so many fell
Into his prison of char and brimstone
A thousands souls never burning alone
Those eyes so cold
Those eyes so bold
They keep me down like a burden on my back
My hope to attack
But I can't do that

Alice skampered across Darkrade's streets, grimacing at each throb her ankle made as it hit the pavement. Shadows were cast over the tip of her brown hair, making her bob look shorter than usual. Silver glinted in her eyes for a moment. She gasped as she was yanked up. Now it was all over. Alice couldn't escape and go save Sherylyn. With a faint sigh, she blacked out. 

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The Shadow's Heart

One: Where there is darkness

Midnight, there were no stars, no moon, nothing but the distant glow of store lights that seemed to hide just beneath the horizon’s edge.

There was a pasture that had gentle hills and an unsteady barbed wire fence surrounding it. It seemed to be uninhabited… until I came, well, I should say, we came.

 
 
*note to my readers: (which I hope are still here? Haha….) if any of you fellows remember, in the prologue (the shortest one in the world…) I said ‘incomplete accounts’ erase that from your heads. I’ve changed my mind.*
 
 

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One: Just out of reach.

For the affect I search, search wide search deep

So incomplete.

Perfect flaws, scars seep,

Just out of reach.

Black birds fly soar high,

Just out of reach.

For the feel I search, search wide search deep

So incomplete.

Anxiety stalls, stops quick,

Bravery just out of reach.

The life in need of saving

Just out of reach.

For the words I search, search wide search deep

So incomplete.

“Get back!” a hoarse whisper screamed beside me. I felt myself suddenly pushed to the ground, and pressed tightly against the wall in the shadows of the arch. A silence fell, and I felt someone lying over me, holding closely and breathing harshly.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

He answered: “Lay still.”

Goodnight little ones
Lay down in your beds
We’ll sprinkle some dream dust
Under your heads
Shake it over your pillows
And under your cover
Sink into sleep
A new world to discover
While the moon shines
Sleep and dream on
Wait till the dream dust
Wears off at dawn