poetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight
For centuries, the Reaper has been at the end of all life, ready to help the souls of the departed pass on, but somewhere along the way, the Reaper has been borne a son, and this son, when the time comes, will take up his father's scythe. Meet Azrael Mordred and his son Lazarus.....
Rudy Sampson hates a lot of things. He especially hates his job and the new guy that works there. Right up until he doesn't. This is the tale of how Rudy and Miles fell in love. (BoyxBoy)