This site has moved. You can find my works now at the following websites:
My Personal Poetry Website. Here you'll be able to read my poetry and comment on my poems! Pictures will also be added,
and a friends-section might be coming up! Be sure to drop by.
My musical website. Here you can listen to my music and read lyrics of songs I sing and songs I've written. Be sure to sign the guestbook.
A song that will be ready for live performance soon can be read on this page. Enjoy.
Tar Korma is my own Fantasy/Roleplay-forum. If you like high-quality textual roleplaying within the fantasy-genre, please do visit.
The angel flew, his wings were spread,
their beautiful feathers took him guiding.
And ne'er did he cross paths with
a foe he was afraid of fighting.
His majesty was radiant,
his air was made of golden sparks,
his music filled the sky with sound
so beautiful that everyone harked in silent awes.
He flew across the world alone,
where landed he, but good he did.
His justice was perhaps divine,
in any way right, as it was considered.
But the angel came across a foe,
that he had not met yet.
A fire that was great as life,
a fear that no-one could forget.
And the angel feared to fight the fire,
as he felt it burning on his skin.
And as he flew, his wings caught flame,
and burned all down, to his bone so thin.
The angel fell, his skin turned red,
the ash oh his back and wings was black,
burned and broken, his doom was sealed,
and to heaven, never could he come back.
The angel lost his wings,
burned and broken, I did tell.
But just because he lost his feathers,
doesn't mean he came from hell.
|(c) 2005 by Wesley Hollander. All rights reserved. Graphics by Khairul Zikri and Wesley Hollander.|