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Death And The Cowboy

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Death And The Cowboy

She was with me when I let out my first cry And she’ll hold my hand when its time to die All men are equal in her eyes or so they say She gets closer with the passing of everyday I grew up hard and I grew up mean Shot my first man at age seventeen From my holster I drew my gun Pulled the trigger, his life was done It made no difference what city or town I only left after cutting someone down Didn’t do it for money, didn’t do it for fame Across the wicked west men feared my name But the day is coming when she claims her own And no longer will I walk this world alone She will take this lost soul by the hand And deliverer me

Into The Night

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Into The Night

There’s no going quietly into the night. No surrendering to inevitabilities of time Or taking shelter in memory and old age. Not when there’s still something to prove. There’s no going quietly into the night. Dignity be damned. I’ll do what must be done. I’ll fight the tireless enemy that approaches To give a dying dream another chance. I will not compromise. I will not be swayed. These words are not lies. It’s a promise I’ve made. My fate can’t be postponed. This is a final reckoning. Cowardice won’t be condoned. My destiny is beckoning. All debts will be settled. All will be made right

I, Dracula: Transformation into the Lord of Shadow

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I, Dracula: Transformation into the Lord of Shadow

By the Order of The Dragon I was knighted To defend Wallachia and faithfully support His holiness Pope Pius II’s crusade to thwart The Turks who left Constantinople blighted Crescent moons marked that land as benighted Many prayed for the fall of the Ottoman Court I never possessed a tongue for such a resort Battle was the only psalm I wished recited The Sultan’s claim of sovereignty I would refute Treating his demands and envoys with disrespect Turbans nailed to their heads had the desired effect Of showing I held Mehmed’s authority in disrepute Denying him the men and gold he took as tribute The riches of Wall

Banshee's Wail

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Banshee's Wail

This says I is the truth Or let the Saints forsake me. The night was distressed. And the moon peered warily Through a veil of clouds. Trudging home from the inn, I heard a chilling scream. It echoed across the fields, Filled and rattled my bones. And I felt cold. Terribly cold. Though the wind shrieked Through bare branches of winter. The eerie scream resounded, Even as the squall relented. She appeared before me then. Her moonstone eyes met mine. Mercury colored tears streamed, Down undulating, mist like skin. I speak plainly, I don't connive, T'was no illusion drink contrives. Believe this frightful tale, Beware the Ba

Tasoula The Rogue

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Tasoula The Rogue

Stars twinkled brightly in the clear Neverwinter night sky. The trees swayed in a steady breeze that cooled Tasoula's face and hands. The halfling looked up at the waxing moon hanging over the outpost. Its light briefly chased away the shadow her cloak cast on her face. It was a beautiful night for a heist. Like most of her kin, Tasoula's features were usually cherubic. However, her face was now a mask of concentration as she observed her objective. With its decrepit central tower partially ringed in half toppled walls, the outpost was little more than a ruin. Still, it served as a lair for the men gathered here. If discover and cornered t

The Emperors New Clothes

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The Emperors New Clothes

Ignorant of his troubled kingdom and His subject's woes Someone needs to tell the emperor to Put on some clothes But uttering this awkward truth aloud Is a transgression So heads remain bowed in resignation At this sad procession Of a monarch lost in hopeless denial   As he marches past And we're all left to wonder how long His reign will last

Bright Blushes of Color

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Bright Blushes of Color

The trees shed their leaves In bright blushes of color When your hand - still warm with summer Reaches out and claims my own

Dance For Me

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Dance For Me

From the refuge of a lonely rooftop I watch paupers and princes fight Their battles fill the streets below There's no reason to get involved In the class warfare being waged So with a half blind, mute charm I walk self consciously amongst them Embraced as the King of Fools She is our singular commonality This kind and innocent gypsy girl Drawing crowds when she dances A princess of the Court of Miracles Where one can witness the wonders Only thieves and frauds can create She's the only wonder I care about So Esmeralda won't you dance for me? But such neutrality cannot last and We're soon embroiled in the conflict I want to

Death And The Cowboy

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Death And The Cowboy

She was with me when I let out my first cry And she’ll hold my hand when its time to die All men are equal in her eyes or so they say She gets closer with the passing of everyday I grew up hard and I grew up mean Shot my first man at age seventeen From my holster I drew my gun Pulled the trigger, his life was done It made no difference what city or town I only left after cutting someone down Didn’t do it for money, didn’t do it for fame Across the wicked west men feared my name But the day is coming when she claims her own And no longer will I walk this world alone She will take this lost soul by the hand And deliverer me

Into The Night

I

Into The Night

There’s no going quietly into the night. No surrendering to inevitabilities of time Or taking shelter in memory and old age. Not when there’s still something to prove. There’s no going quietly into the night. Dignity be damned. I’ll do what must be done. I’ll fight the tireless enemy that approaches To give a dying dream another chance. I will not compromise. I will not be swayed. These words are not lies. It’s a promise I’ve made. My fate can’t be postponed. This is a final reckoning. Cowardice won’t be condoned. My destiny is beckoning. All debts will be settled. All will be made right

I, Dracula: Transformation into the Lord of Shadow

I

I, Dracula: Transformation into the Lord of Shadow

By the Order of The Dragon I was knighted To defend Wallachia and faithfully support His holiness Pope Pius II’s crusade to thwart The Turks who left Constantinople blighted Crescent moons marked that land as benighted Many prayed for the fall of the Ottoman Court I never possessed a tongue for such a resort Battle was the only psalm I wished recited The Sultan’s claim of sovereignty I would refute Treating his demands and envoys with disrespect Turbans nailed to their heads had the desired effect Of showing I held Mehmed’s authority in disrepute Denying him the men and gold he took as tribute The riches of Wall

Banshee's Wail

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Banshee's Wail

This says I is the truth Or let the Saints forsake me. The night was distressed. And the moon peered warily Through a veil of clouds. Trudging home from the inn, I heard a chilling scream. It echoed across the fields, Filled and rattled my bones. And I felt cold. Terribly cold. Though the wind shrieked Through bare branches of winter. The eerie scream resounded, Even as the squall relented. She appeared before me then. Her moonstone eyes met mine. Mercury colored tears streamed, Down undulating, mist like skin. I speak plainly, I don't connive, T'was no illusion drink contrives. Believe this frightful tale, Beware the Ba

Tasoula The Rogue

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Tasoula The Rogue

Stars twinkled brightly in the clear Neverwinter night sky. The trees swayed in a steady breeze that cooled Tasoula's face and hands. The halfling looked up at the waxing moon hanging over the outpost. Its light briefly chased away the shadow her cloak cast on her face. It was a beautiful night for a heist. Like most of her kin, Tasoula's features were usually cherubic. However, her face was now a mask of concentration as she observed her objective. With its decrepit central tower partially ringed in half toppled walls, the outpost was little more than a ruin. Still, it served as a lair for the men gathered here. If discover and cornered t

The Emperors New Clothes

T

The Emperors New Clothes

Ignorant of his troubled kingdom and His subject's woes Someone needs to tell the emperor to Put on some clothes But uttering this awkward truth aloud Is a transgression So heads remain bowed in resignation At this sad procession Of a monarch lost in hopeless denial   As he marches past And we're all left to wonder how long His reign will last

Bright Blushes of Color

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Bright Blushes of Color

The trees shed their leaves In bright blushes of color When your hand - still warm with summer Reaches out and claims my own

Dance For Me

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Dance For Me

From the refuge of a lonely rooftop I watch paupers and princes fight Their battles fill the streets below There's no reason to get involved In the class warfare being waged So with a half blind, mute charm I walk self consciously amongst them Embraced as the King of Fools She is our singular commonality This kind and innocent gypsy girl Drawing crowds when she dances A princess of the Court of Miracles Where one can witness the wonders Only thieves and frauds can create She's the only wonder I care about So Esmeralda won't you dance for me? But such neutrality cannot last and We're soon embroiled in the conflict I want to
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My name is Jason Zapata. I'm a thirty-year-old writer living in Scranton, PA. My work includes poetry and fiction writing. I graduated from the University of Scranton. Besides a minor in writing and communication, my education was in history. I'm currently seeking publication for two major projects. "Ask the Leper" a collection of poetry and "The Jester's Mask" a fictional novel.

Major influences for me: The writings of Neil Gaiman, Terry Brooks, and Anne Rice. In terms of art, I really enjoy the contemporary works posted in Deviant Art. I think there’s an abundance of talent that really needs to be recognized more. Too many galleries are filled with pretentious, abstract nonsense. Current artists I follow include Catherine Langwagen, Stanley Lau, and Javier Miranda. The golden age of 80's fantasy movies also inspired me (Labyrinth, Willow, Legend, Lady Hawke, The Never Ending Story, ect.).

My major goals are to get my current projects published. I would like write one further collection of poetry and have the “The Jester’s Mask” end up being a successful trilogy.

Current Residence: Scranton, PA
Favourite genre of music: Metal / Hard Rock
Favourite style of art: Digital
Personal Quote: Letting your enemy win without a fight is defeat. I'd rather die than be defeated.

Favourite Books
Anything by Neil Gaiman. Novels by Anne Rice and Terry Brooks. For Graphic novel: Fables and Sandman.
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allan Poe
Favourite Games
Chrono Trigger
Other Interests
Novels, Graphic Novels, Art, and Cheesy Horror films.

The Reginald Weekend

The Reginald Weekend

So I finally took off of work on a Saturday. I really wanted to spend some time on Reginald. I'm super proud of this project and the support its received from the deviantArt community. Which is why I spent the weekend "pulling" the story together. "14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald The Damned" is an ongoing story in its fourth installment. But I really failed in tying the stories together chronologically. I wanted readers to have a sense of time passing as Reginald continued down the path of his dark crusade. And I believe I've remedied this. Every story now has a year stamped at the top. It was an easy way to show passage of time an

Lemonade from Lemons

Lemonade from Lemons

I continue to find myself disappointed with my employers. It seems companies continue to fold due to mismanagement and the anemic economy. Though my latest job wasn't awful - I can't imagine I will be there much longer. Which is frustrating, because I just want some solid ground beneath my feet.   Like everyone else right now, all I can do is try my best and take advantage of whatever opportunities present themselves. Despite the aggravations of my personal life, I'm happy with my writing. Many more readers are discovering "Sir Reginald". With every adventure I write it gets easier to pen the tales. Writing has always (will always) be the ou

Good Stuff Coming

Good Stuff Coming

I'm in the process of writing the finale for Sister Agatha! I think readers will be pleased with the ending. I wasn't sure if I'd like doubling up the content every week. Instead of posting in 3 page installments - I went with six. This ended up being a little problematic last week and I was not able to post anything. But for a great reason... I've been working hard with the designer of my website. Besides giving it a much needed facelift, we'll be able to provide free content that readers can download. By the end of summer I hope to have Reginald's first three adventures available in an impressive adobe format for your reading pleasure. Als

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agentpalmerHobbyist Photographer
Happy "You're an old Man" Day...
Thank you for faving!
C0nn34Hobbyist Digital Artist
Just posted the intro and 1st chapter to my Templar story if you're interested in checking it out.
C0nn34Hobbyist Digital Artist
Welcome, and thank you for joining the group. Please feel free to submit your work any time you wish and I will check it out ASAP
Jason-ZapataHobbyist Writer
Thank you for having me, I appreciate the invite.
C0nn34Hobbyist Digital Artist
No problem
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