I know in my life I do alot of dream writing and I am not sure where the inspiration comes from. I just start writing in my dreams and when I wake up I have to get it out. Here is a piece that I just started writing one morning after waking up, without really thinking about it, so its very rough and unedited.


Wind blows in from the north, the rain falling to the beat of drums. A ghostly figure appears in the moonlight. Tresses black as the darkest midnight. With lips as soft and red as the deepest rose petal. She sings a haunting melody flooding the ears of all who hear it. The sound of hatred echoes from every chord. Her love a creature of an inescapable evil. Her face glows from the tears washing down upon her face. A voice calls out "Come with me". Her fallen love standing before her. No it is simply a shell of the man she once loved. Blood drips from his mouth, he has made a kill, tasted the blood of an innocent. Now anger burns in the maidens golden eyes. As she raises her hand to show a dagger. Why did he kill? What happened ? What made him do this? Thoughts raced through her mind trying to come up with a reason. He stepped forward with a glint in his eye that would make a grown man quake in his boots, but she remained steadfast all the way. Dagger in hand she knew what she must do and yet with all her heart she did not wish to do it.

Perhaps that is why my mother died at his hands. Though he killed an innocent her love for him would not allow her to do what she had to. So she fell and left me alone in this dark world filled with shame. My name is Alicor I am the son of the guardian of this realm. Guardians the most beautiful creatures, second only to the demons of legend. With flowing manes of silver and blood red eyes these demons were stunning. Their features created by man to be more beautiful than the freshly fallen snow of ages past. Originally they were not demons, but angels that this sick perversion of a world transformed into killing beasts. The mindless need for power is what turned these angels into the demons they are now. Ripping the flesh of their victims, they taste their blood to get a feel of completion. They were trained to be killers and the taste of blood was a treat that brought sheer ecstasy.

Were these angels destined to become these grotesque bringers of death? Why were these beauties put through such extreme trials? Brain-washing there thoughts, these once gentle beings were put through the worst torture. Forced to fight for there lives, then starved to insanity. The only food given to them were the remains of those they had slain. Yet the only time that they were given this rare treat, came at the near death moments when there bodies started to let out.

Now you understand why these angels became demons; their bodies and souls ravaged. Mans ridiculous need for more power, created beasts more savage then anything imaginable.