Xanthous Crow : Writing

Ipse

Ipse

A Poem by Xanthous Crow


The self is a curious thing.
Pieces

Pieces

A Story by Xanthous Crow


And there he was, on the precipice, feet on the very edge. Before him sprawled out the world, a place of misty silvers, oceanic blues and pine ..
Hole

Hole

A Poem by Xanthous Crow


This place is a wretched cageAn inflamed cystUpon which we are destined to die, doomed to ageA world not run by love but by metal fistsA ruddy thing t..
Ache

Ache

A Poem by Xanthous Crow


Pain is not affliction; it is the cure.
Sleepers Awake

Sleepers Awake

A Poem by Xanthous Crow


The dream is a state of all-being. You are here, there, everywhere. You are yourself, someone else, something you want to be, everything you can be.
Outside

Outside

A Poem by Xanthous Crow


I feel empty inside.
Heavy Nights and Endless Days

Heavy Nights and Endless Days

A Poem by Xanthous Crow


A gibberish poem.
Snippet - Fantasy

Snippet - Fantasy

A Story by Xanthous Crow


..... and then he saw it; the main force of the enemy: a black swarm against the vicious white backdrop of midwinter's frost. The Black Army of G..
Tryst

Tryst

A Story by Xanthous Crow


Part one.
Any

Any

A Poem by Xanthous Crow


Any takers?