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I started to dance in the rain. Dancing in the pouring rain drowning out who I'm. But as I the beast and lover of the Morning Star as I washed ashore there was me a washed devil. A beast of them all. There the water poured off the beast mask. There you could never see my true colors or love me. Because my love is forbidden.

I wanted to describe my love life like poor Fred the Pheasant. Looking for a partner but nobody wants me. No matter how much I look for a partner there isn't one to be found @ all. Is this because I'm odd? Or is that because I'm looking? Seems like if I always look for something seems like I can't find anything I'm looking for. Perhaps in theory I'm not meant for anyone. I still think Fred needs justice. However I think that normally some birds just don't ''flock'' together. I'm sorry Fred but I know how that feels to be rejected and not wanted. Read the comment on Fred if you would like to know more about Fred and me and the photographer and look at the comments on photos not that difficult for more information about me or the photographer or Fred just look at my photo album easy! Also my favorite band is Dagor Bragollach. Oh I prefer communication outside of Alt-Scene is that a problem for you? To bad I don't care!

I also am a life-path dancer of Loki and I hide behind Loki when I need to.

I'll leave this as is the rest of the poetry isn't for small tongued people. I'm offline but if you wish to get to know me why not look for my contacts on this forbidden of a website. Not that difficult ever heard of clicking on album then looking @ comments? Amazing right?

I always can hear the ocean and the tidal waves in my wolf ears if I deeply concentrate within myself. There I always remembered the ocean celestial floor where I despised you Hydra but as I always am I blind myself in rage, remorse, agony, suffering and like bullets of raining swords in my heart placed with fueling hatred. I thought I could understand you with them yellow eyes of Sir Hydra the 5th Storm which I thought I could raise my blade at you and banish you were you belong. But I thought what if I could banish myself from existence? I really did crave self liberation of the vessel and user but what I craved even more was the spiritual engraving of the alchemy symbols within myself because then and there I thought that was absolute to me. Making sure my vessel was designed by the muse of Mother and Alchemy because then I thought you Hydra killed what I loved most was Mother.  I thought everything was gone then. This vision of mine always comes back. Perhaps this is the stress of having a mind of a library of the forbidden one. As many of serpentine race say ''never let the snake tongue roll out fully'' some things are better kept quiet along with my wolf tongue. But what if? But what if I couldn't keep this promise anymore of this promised pain? I always thought I could. I always though I could always keep the beast seal cards from getting wet and washing ashore the ocean celestial floor. But what I ended up was being drowned by my own existence. The howling thoughts as the sea tide picked up the tides around Sir Hydra there the many heads and the many tails of the one stabbed me like a thousand wisp breaking the ''vessel'' I finally collapsed then. Is this the end? Is that what I wanted. No? What I wanted to be finally busted open like the 5th seal of the storm. Mother no....the fade of the eyes of the black beast slits and the drowned beast cards and the sword of the banished beast finally dissolved this is your resolve after all. The one of the long haired Abyssal which I want to forget and erase from my memory has picked up the fallen beast of the wife of the Morning Star and offered up to Sir Hydra and the lick of Hydra and the voice of the serpentine of the many heads and tails said only those that get blessed with the serpentine should be under my order. Underneath the raging final storm will I Hydra commence a black hole and a reign of the true serpentine themselves. Eradicate them in blood. Even if eradicated in blood wouldn't I rather eradicate myself from existence? This life choice is like an anchor of the sea and rain drops on the broken beast mask with faded black slits. I finally dissolved what has been killing me all along which is myself, However the more I envision Hydra himself I can carry the serpentine alchemy symbol underneath my growing serpentine tongue along with my wolf tongue. I promise even though I sit here next to Hydra in a new built unit form I promise underneath the name of the serpentine that I won't unroll my tongue like I unroll my mind of the forbidden one onto others. I look at Hydra with a grin. I wonder how serpentines love? Do they not unroll out their serpentine to their lover and spill out the forbidden one language or is love forbidden in themselves? Perhaps love is forbidden and perhaps love should be drowned in the sea where the sea I remember now is home besides the Abyss. I came with drowned raven black hair and I drowned the Morning Star my lover. I'm sorry you will never return home but in the end I never returned home with the promised pain to you my lover and dear one and darling. Which then Hydra told me ''if we ever love the thing is love will be a forbidden love, think of things like this way my new hatchling if I were to offer you my Hydrian scale would that be love to you? I just gave you a piece of the serpentine gods himself. Love is like a offering a drowning one at that dear one.''


Loki I will always forever hide in your robe. I always will carry your will within myself.