Death And The Cowboy
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
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, 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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, 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
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
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
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
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
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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- Apr 21
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- Deviant for 10 years
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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.
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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Happy "You're an old Man" Day...
Thank you for faving!
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Thank you for having me, I appreciate the invite.
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! We’re glad to have you as a member and look forward to seeing your contributions!
We have a lot of ways for our members to get involved! We host a prompt on a weekly basis and comment on and feature each of the submissions.
We also hold contests with great prizes!
If you have any questions, feel free to ask.