I wished I was a hero
sometimes
I wished I was a star
sometimes
But in my darkest hours
there was nothing more for me than
hopeless waiting
sometimes.But sometimes
There is a loving heart out there
waiting for me
only for me
and not for a hero
and not for a star
but for me
only
sometimes.
Drinking my own sadness by Schattenfee, literature
Literature
Drinking my own sadness
Drinking my own SadnessSomwhere between heaven and hell,
where demons rule and where shadows dwell
I lost you in my fears
And now I'm drinking my own tears.Drinking my own sadness
Drowning sorrow in tears
burning with my madness
Gliding through the yearsWhere are you now, where have you gone?
Searched for traces on my soul but I found none.
I'm dropping from the sky
falling as deep as I flew high.Always afraid of losing you
I never realized you're afraid, too.
Wasted years spent in regret
We never knew how much we really had.
Songs in the WindWhispering softly through the forest green,
Stories of joy and spring,
of love and wonders yet unseen
and odes to the faerie king.They are the children of lost dreams,
born of wishes and of desire,
raised in the hearts of gods as it seems
and grown to passion's fire.They are what we were, what we dare not be,
what we once had and have lost.
In our world of power we dare not be free
and wonder at the cost.Remember them, the songs that they brought,
the songs in the wind that still sound.
For they are nothing but the children's thoughts we once thought,
Lost in adulthood and again never found.
Archangeloi V - some answers by Schattenfee, literature
Literature
Archangeloi V - some answers
Q: How are the angels organized within the houses?
A: Only the Nephilim do not have strict hierarchies. They are led by a coucil of elders. The Houses Sunset and Morningstar share a common system. This system is called the "Choirs". These are:The Angeloi:
Every angel is an angelos. But next to the simple description of the angelic race, it is also a term commonly used for the peasants, those withot further status, the lowest of angels.The Archai:
This second lowest order is concerned only with earthly matters. Her work is quite low in the eyes of their superiors. Their duty is dealing with human settlements and politics and influencing it ...
Stranger in a Strange Town by Schattenfee, literature
Literature
Stranger in a Strange Town
Stranger in a strange townThe sky is dark.
Clouds embrace the moon.
Rain falls softly, so softly.
The streetlights shine dimly in the evening mist.
A chill of cold
runs down my back.
An old woman sits under
a lantern, her hand reaching out to me.
"Please!" is the only word she speaks.
But I walk on.
A man stumbles along my path, singing drunken tunes.
A bridge.
A big, dark bridge.
I am standing on the bridge.
In the light of a lantern.
Pale light.
Watching the river.
It carries the smell of yesterday.
It flows on to tomorow.
On and on.
A face in the water, so pale.
I turn around.
A woman.
She is neither old, nor young.
Her hais is dark.
He...
Can’t you see the wind has changed?Now, it is blowing from the north,Carrying ice and frost into my soul,Biting my heart with it’s bitter cold.All the false friends have been blown away,Like brown, dead leafs. All the memoriesWe shared are gone, there is nothing left.I hold on to a skelletal tree, my hands clawingDeeply into the wooden heart,Tearing it wide open and making it bleed.I wish the wind could freeze me,Like it froze my heart,But there still is this flickering warmthWithin me, that hated hope.I am not strong enough to let go,I am not strong enough to die.So I still hold on to that dead tree,And there is no comfort in the frozen w...
Kill me gently if you must,Take me into those tender arms,Let me feed you with my warmth.Share the kiss of death and lust.Kill me gently if you must.Oh, your sweet touch is so cold!Cold and loving as is death,Your lips make me lose all breath.Life eternal, young and old.Oh, your sweet touch is so cold.Kill me gently if you must,Drink my sweet love from my veins,Take away all of life’s pains.Share the kiss of death and lust.Kill me gently if you must.
Tears of an Angel“Why are you crying?” asked the girl to that tall, dark-haired man in his black, robe-like coat who kneeled on the cold, frozen ground of the churchyard, just in front of one of those emotionless, cold statues. It was a statue of an angel, and though it’s face showed a look of sorrow, he knew that the statue could not feel a thing. He covered his face with his hands, and black tears ran through his fingers. Yet, he did not move, did not speak, nor even look up. “Are you alone?” the girl asked. Then, the strange man lifted his head, and his long, dark hair fell into his face, a face, as if carved out of marble. His eyes me...
The 8th day of creation by Schattenfee, literature
Literature
The 8th day of creation
And after he had seen that his creation was good, and had rested for a moment, a new thought entered God’s mind. And he created the artist, and he said to him: “As I have created the world and all that exists on, in and underneath it, so shall you create small worlds, worlds of your imagination, filled with all the things of this world and more, with all that I was able to create and all that I was not able to create. All emotions, all colours, all words are to be your tools, and you are made to do nothing else than create beauty, evoke emotions and bring joy or pain to the hearts of men and women, of children and of grumps. Yours is the g...
Angels prayerSound the trumpet, Gabriel, angel of the Lord!
Let thy innocent lips call forth the wrath
Of the allmighty!
Let thy glorious horn sound upon
The battlefields.
Thousands have died in His name on forgotten shores
Of strange lands.
Their names, their faces, lost to oblivion.Shield us with thy light, Michael, angel of the Lord!
Let thy silvery sword protect the chosen
Of the Allmighty.
Let thy fierce steel divide the innocent
From those with guilt.
Thousands have marched in His name to forgotten shores
Of strange lands.
Their names, their faces, fallen to damnation.Forgive them their blasphemy!
Have mercy with their petty arroganc...
The Glory of the Silver Dragon by Schattenfee, literature
Literature
The Glory of the Silver Dragon
Behold the Glory of the Silver Dragon,
Ancient deeds of Honour and Treachery.
Valiant knights in darkness clad,
passionate ladies veiled in mystery.A dance of secret murmurs,
a symphony of pain and power,
a music of enchanting charms,
an ancient song of death and honour.Thine are the clearest of visions,
thine is the greatest of dreams,
thine the proudest of futures,
thine the noblest of reigns.Power is thy honour,
Freedom thy valour.
Lies are thy swords,
desires thy daggers.Thou art the house of contradiction,
I am thine, forever more.
Thy believer are my conviction,
for thee I fight, for thee I score.
Golden-haired Beauty,
son of the morning wind,
wherever you're going,
I will be there!Fly like an Eagle,
Sail across the oceans!
I will be with you
but still you be free.Chorus:
Let your dreams journey
on perillous adventures!
Fight every challenge!
And of all those challenges
my greatest are you.Go, find your own way
on the paths of silver dreams!
Wayfaring wanderer,
my heart goes with you.There's so much to find
if you open your heart.
Let your restless soul wander.
You'll find shelter within.
Castle of the Freaks
On that high and rocky cliff,
on that mystic mountainside,
stands the castle of the freaks,
a rusty cell, no chance of flight.Ravens circle ancient towers,
monuments of fear and fright,
black fingers of the castle's body,
a rusty cell, no chance of flight.Iron cages full of madness.
Screams of anguish in the night
echoe from the ancient castle,
a rusty cell, no chance of flight.And my ship is thrown by storms
onto those riffs, this mountainside.
And I stand beneath the castle,
a rusty cell, no chance of flight.And my gaze, it wanders upward,
searching for a single light,
that shines out of a castle window,
a rusty cell...
Hunter's requiemcaged in darkness
lost in an eternity
of night
can't see to find your
way
shadows of memories,
long forgotten dreams
what is it like to have
forever?
A sunless eternity
centuries of loneliness
of fear
pain and sorrow hold
you caged in darkness
unable to excape, unable
to die
you who have the power
of life and death
cursed with a
cold existance
stories whispered around
fires
the hunted called you
vampire
long forgotten stories
of your people in
a modern city
the hunted wonder at
your beauty, grace
and speed
do they realize
the lives they
throw away for
a stranger's smile?
you've seen
it all
the end...
Current Residence: ancient city on the Rhine Favourite genre of music: Chanson, Medieval, Folk, Metal, Country MP3 player of choice: I-Pod Favourite cartoon character: Cesare Borgia (Cantarella) Personal Quote: My world exists only in storybooks, my life is a dream...only my love is real.
Favourite Visual Artist
Jim Henson
Favourite Movies
Elisabeth, Finding Neverland, Narnia, Dark Knight, everything Muppet
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cole Porter, Jim Groce, many others
Favourite Writers
W. B. Yeats, O. Wilde, C. Dickens, M. Weis, T. Hickman
Favourite Games
Vampire The Requiem
Favourite Gaming Platform
pen and paper
Tools of the Trade
imagination, fantasy, dreams and the magic of words
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It's time to tell you I am still alive. After a pause for inspirational recreation, I am back and healthy. I dropped some projects and now am able to focus on my own creativity again. Managing too many clubs really isn't good for my creative energy. Of course, I'll continue working on projects like The Motley and Vampire Requiem, but I dropped the Dragonlance Club. Sorry for that, folks, but I found you a new admin and he should keep things running smoothly.
Well, I hope you are in for a view surprises, since I know they'll be coming soon!Yours,Schattenfee
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I actually think there will be some more poetry the next days since life with my little daughter got a little easier lately. She nearly sleeps he whole night through now!
i read a couple of your house of angelos and they're awesome! ill feel hornored if u'd read some of my stories evangeline is the one im currently working on and she's a nephilim who falls in love with an angel just a short story but still long lol plz come read and check out my other stuff lol dont forget to comment plz!