http://slow.writerscafe.org/Asabrand The original writings of author Asabrand en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775507022 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Constantly struggling against the blackness dark as the night of ancient time.Hate is there welling up within me,Threatening to consume my mind,Aided by the rage of the beast which grips my soul.I am overwhelmed.I can’t breathe, I can’t think,My hands tremble with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/495284/  I shall deny Your misanthropic deeds have brought you to this passAnd a workman is worthy of his wageUnder my loving hands shall your deeds be full paid You shall beg forgivenessI shall deny A place in Jannah for you was foretoldOf verdant gardens, houris a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/476534/  Hearts pounding with hot desireEyes gleaming, excited and brightBlood coursing with lust’s raging fireHands quaking at emotion’s heightMinds racing to the Siren’s lyreBreath panting in the morning lightLo the War God comes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/475720/ Roses are RedViolets are BlueSome poems rhymeThis one dont http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/438651/ stupid humor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/438649/                   The storm rages, a gray and black whirling chaos of wind whipped cloud and rain lashed seas, beaten to a roiling madness by the shear fury of the tempest. Lightening crashes headlong across a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/438554/ Historical Fantasy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/438553/  “The black door gapes and the black wall risesTwilight gasps in the grip of Night.Paper and dust are the gems man prizesTorches toss in my waning sight. Drums of glory are lost in the ages.Bare feet fail on a broken trailLet my name fade from the printed pages:Drea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/438445/   As I enter the grove-like park, a peaceful world settles around me. In the distance, myriad strains of birdsong mix with the whirring buzz of insects, making a background of quiet sound. A cooling breeze caresses my skin with fingers of silk as it carries the fresh smell of evergreens... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/437610/ My beautiful divorce. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/437608/ A night on the town that went south. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/437607/ A look at male aging. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Asabrand/437573/