Creative Writing - Stories / Novels:Decay:The mind is the ultimate key. As it decays and slowly dies, so does all that is, was, shall be. The universe is inside you. When you can't hear it, can't smell it, can't see it, it is gone. And, when the universe crumbles before you, and you see no tolling of the iron bell or fires in the air, all you can do is wish that it hadn't.Creative Writing - Poetry:The Emissary:The emissary roams the night,Scouting, ravaging,Destroying hearts and homesAnd writing devastating tomesOf what is, has been, what shall be;And with a bony reach,He grabs and slaughters,And slowly murmursThe end of life'sSplendid dance.Each Day,As the hours tick and the glass thickensTo the point of unbearable weakness,He swiftly strikes,And with tears in his eyes,He kills and kills and kills some more,And the more he weeps,The more fates he meets,All the more pain and sufferingThat he has to reap.So,There is no home for him -No wife or children or pleasure;All he sees, all he fe