LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE DROW SORCERESS.
SHE IS THE TALENT WITHIN THE TALENT.
THE ARTWORK SHE DOES IS BASED UPON THE GRANDEST DESIRES.
WHEN YOU INVISION SOMETHING IN YOUR MINDS EYE. YOU SEE IT AS SOMETHING MAGICAL AND CONSTANT CHANGING.
SHE TAKES YOUR VISION AND WITH MAGICAL FLOWING ENERGY CREATES YOUR DREAM INTO REALITY.
THE DROW SORCERESS HAS DONE THAT FOR ME.
I INVISIONED A CREATION THAT ONLY MY MIND COULD DO, AND SHE MADE IT MY REALITY, AND FOR THAT I THANK HER.

I DO NOT KNOW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW ABOUT HER, I JUST KNOW THE FACTS, SHE IS IN FOR A CHALLENGE, AND A HELPFUL PERSON.

BUT HER ART WORK IS BEYOND IMAGINATION AND THIS I KNOW FOR SURE.

I BOW TO YOU DROW SORCERESS.

I NEED BUTTERFLIES AND ZEBRAS AND MOON BEAMS FAIRY TALES FOR THE MILE
AND RIDING WITH THE WIND.
I GIVE SMILES.
TAKE ANYTHING YOU WANT FROM ME ANYTHING.
TAKE THAT.
I WANNA WALK THROUGH THE CLOUDS.

WHAT ARE MY STRENGHTS MY POWERS.

Fatal Bliss
One last kiss,a moment i missed.
You drank my wine,and now it's this?
You took my soul,left me the fool!
I will get even, no more believing.
Saw you far,way over there.
Poured the wine,one last time.
Got my kiss,get ready for this.
Pulled out the dagger, made you stagger.
Left your bed,cleared my head.
Walked away,no words to say.
Left your town,and you a frown.
Fatal Bliss,and now it's this.


Chad Allen Rypien

A PLACE LOST IN TIME, A PERSON LOST IN RYHME,THESE ARE THE THINGS OF VERY SOUR WINE.
I M SO TIRED.............SO VERY TIRED.... BU THE SHOW GOES ON.

MY PORTRAIT IS FINISHED THANK YOU OH THANK YOU DOW SORCERESS............
        GOOD DAY TO ALLL

ENJOYING LIFE AS USUALL......... DOW SORCERESS SAID SHE WOULD DRAW MY LIKENESS FOR ME......ALTHOUGH SHE HAS NOT SEEN A PICTURE OF ME SHE SAID SHE WOULD DO HER BEST.... I AM ANXIOUSELY AWAITING THE ARRIVEL OF THE MESSAGE SAYING THAT IT IS DONE..... I MUST NOT PACE FOR THE FLOOR OF MY LITTLE COTTAGE IS WEAK AND DIRT REAKS HAVIC ON MY FURNISHINGS......

I HAVE ONE PICTURE UPLOADED... I SHALL HAVE MY REAL LIFE PIC UP BY THE END OF THE WEEK...

TODAY IS A RAINY DAY...... TRYING TO UPLOAD MY PICTURE.... THERE ARE ALOT OF PEOPLE FROM OHIO IN ELFTOWN..... ITS ALLL GREAT.....BYE.

I DID SO MUCH YARD WORK ON MY LITTLE COTTAGE THAT TODAY I AM PAYING THE PRICE..... BUT MY LITTLE PEICE OF VALHALA LOOKS EXQUISIT......GOOD EVE.

VERY BUSY WEEK... STILL CANT LOAD MY PICTURE BUT..... IF ANYONE OUT THERE READS THIS AND CAN HELP ME UPLOAD MY PIC I WOULD BE VERY GREATFUL.....

THE CHAT PAGE IS COOL

SOMEONE HAS SIGNED MY GUEST BOOK WAAAAHOOO.

MY GUEST BOOK IS SO EMPTY I WAS IN THERE TODAY AN THE COBWEBS IN THERE ARE HUGE.
   LOL.

I GOT TWISTED BENT AND PULLED TODAY.
FEELS GREAT
.   

I NEED SOMEONE TO DRAW ME A PICTURE BECAUSE I AM UNABLE TO DRAW IT MYSELF.
ANYONE WANT TO LET ME KNOW.

Fae cat dances in the stars above,
sings her song of magic an love.

Fae cat prances around the night,
drinks from the milky way eats from the land.

Fae cat stalks my house when im gone,
leaves me magic,and presents on the lawn.

Fae cat is a curiouse little cat,
sneeks through the night,
then takes a nap.

fae cat is the faecat

THIS POEM IS ABOUT ME.
I AM THE TRAVELER I AM THE KEEPER OF THE NIGHT.

Magic hour
To the keeper of the night.I am thee.

White moon looms in the night sky.
Golden stars twinkle an blink.
Energy dances around,
the magic hour abound.
Blue lightning flashes a wizard appears.
He gives you a wink,
you will not blink.
A dragon appear,your heart races with joy,
alas the magic hour is here.
Magic burst from the wizards eyes,
sparks of blue and gold arise.
Time unfolds before thee.
All through the night,
he shows you magical delight.
Winged beasts an colored arches,
visions unseen.
Lightning flashes,
and the magic hour passes.

Ode to a Toad
Ode to a toad dead on the road,
The toad went splat,now hes flat.
Poor,poor toad, dead,flat on the road,
Now the end of the toad,
The end of the road,
The end of the ode,
The end.

YET THERES MORE P
On the wrong path.
An endless dance of a colorful trance,
Sweet loud music yet silent acoustic.
Drink from the river, silent you sinner,
Eat from thy bowl,still an empty soul.
Pray for the knowledge,strength an trust,
in your heart your nothing but dust.
Take evils hand, he has a plan,
forever is your fate to walk the land.
Scream out "help me", no one can hear,
cry out in agony,the silent tranquility

OETRY.

MORE Recipe for Lies.
Literal Culinary of My Wisdom.

Recipe for Lies.
Take something to believe in,
Throw in a little disbelieving,
Add a dash of make believe,
And pinch of unbelievable,
And mix until thouroughly confused,
Bake in guilt until done,
Serve with heaping side of apology,
Feeds all that can stomach it.


POETRY.