The first name I saw was dear Grondy. I miss him like it was yesterday. Hey Otto, are you still here, and ilsa,? You suddenly came to my mind and I prayed for you.I have just finished a year working graveyard and days. Finally I am free of the day job.

I'm pretty sure she means working graveyard shifts. Which usually means working from around midnight to early morning. ;-)

Rachel! Good to see you, my friend.

It's sure been a while too. I'm all good, working, doing my stuff; be it music, writing or designing my future tattoos.

So, you've been working at a graveyard? Sounds a bit spooky, though once upon a time, I too applied to work a summer in a local graveyard. I didn't get the job, but hey..

How are you, Rachel? I'd very much like to talk with you over the chat someday, if we happen to be online at the same time.

'Till then, safe travels.

- Otto.

Alright. Sorry for being such a shadowy person of late. Been here and there. I returned just last night from a small baltic tour with my band, Verjagen. We played one gig in Valga, Estonia and one in Riga, Latvia. It was an awesome experience. Such a good trip. Oh well, here's something for ya guys and gals to read. Enjoy. A pyramid among the stars So.. What if you faced.. Countless eons of silence.. Lost among the stars.. Wondering why.. The others chose not to explore the depths of consciousness.. Oh well, now they don't have to think about things like.. Who chose to paint the sky with the colors of blue and white I really wonder who.. 'Cause I really like it.. Have you ever tried.. To use the combination of black, red and grey.. Oh, they fit so well to the overall theme of my every single day.. And I'm not even a gloomy person, I just like to think about strange things.. Like why I don't have wings.. Nor an ancient vessel capable of star-traveling.. Yeah.. If I just have them.. 'Cause in my ethereal dreams.. I see.. A very high and golden pyramid.. Lingering within a massive; dark crimson nebula.. The Eqyptian God Anubis holding some kind of a crystal eye firmly in his stony hands.. And all the planets.. In this.. Vision.. Unknown.. To the mankind.. Beings of a cosmic and ancient order.. Things that are beyond human understanding.. I've come so far.. So now, all I ask from myself is.. That why shouldn't I like to dream about being among the stars, witnessing battles between beings from across all the universe(s) and galaxies and so on.. I hope, that I won't ever awake to some twisted reality.. And notice that it was all just a freaking show.. Though should I even believe in.. Something like that... Well.. I don't really know! Why should I.. Even.. 'Cause to be honest.. Right now! Everything around me.. Feels so damn distorted.. Like I don't even belong.. To this plane.. Anymore.. My core.. Has become hollow.. No, I must be imagining things again like on all other occasions.. I am not the most sane person on this earth, waiting to be released, I am a burning red phoenix and I will win the sky as my own! Yeah.. Something like that.. Or what, if I pick up a stone and throw it into the depths of the black vortex that I see before me.. Will that stone.. Ever return.. Back.. To.. me.. When did it all become so.. Wicked.. I've reached out for horizons I never thought I'd reach.. But did I get what was I looking for the whole time.. 'Cause now I can do things I used to do in my dreams, while being wide awake.. It took me many years to make.. A spiritual link.. Between me.. And my sub-consciousness.. But now it's all connected.. Everything is in order... Mind.. Order.. Is.. Everything.. In every.. Gallery.. Where there.. Are.. Paintings.. I've abandoned.. All sense.. And sleep.. For.. Good.. And now.. I dwell in realms that stand untouched beyond the ravaging forces of time itself.. So please.. Don't search me from even among the shadows anymore.. 'Cause I left the planet called Earth so many years ago.. Why? Well, I simply found something so much more... Like that high and golden pyramid of the God Anubis lost among the stars and the planets unknown.. So.. How about.. Something.. Entirely.. Different.. What if.. I would.. Say that.. Welcome.. To the Ocean.. World.. Where it all begins.. It always begins.. During day.. And like many times before.. The daylight's rays are with me on this day when I shall dive.. And never return to tell the tale.. Towards.. The unexplored and awaiting depths.. Of the Ocean.. World.. Called Aquallenosh.. Yeah, that's the name... I've come a very long way.. So now I just wanna explore whatever lies under these raging waves.. But first.. There's something I would like to ask from you.. Could you be able to imagine a few of all those beautiful worlds that I've walked through in my dreams where, divided into small particles, I ride with the solar wind across the void between the dimensions as I search for new and unexplored planets.. No.. You maybe haven't got that far.. Though how could I even know.. But one thing is for sure.. First you must've found inner peace within your heart.. For only then you may reach out for the most distant of all planets and stars.. And only then.. You'll be able to travel here.. Through an ancient and timeless portal.. Built countless eons ago.. By cosmic and otherworldly higher beings, who do not show.. Themselves to us, 'cause they know.. That by awaiting us.. In the dark depths of our oceans.. They'll be able to continue to influence all of us, the whole mankind.. With black and monstrous eyes they look deep into our weak and defenseless minds! They do it all the time! For they came to here.. To this little planet.. To explore our kind.. To toy with our minds.. It was their plan.. For the whole time.. And ever since then.. They've been accessing.. Our dreams.. Thoughts.. Everything.. In their.. Dark pursuit.. Because their eternal hunger for bloodshed.. Their desires to completely control our kind of lifeforms with their abilities.. 'Hey.. Hey.. Hello? Right.. You've reached your destination.. Look.. What a perfectly white sky.. Three beautiful suns.. Wait.. Three? Whatever.. But I mean.. Look at that smooth dark blue color.. Just water all around.. No isles.. No land in sight.. No nothing.. I bet you wanna know one thing.. Yeah.. You wanna know where all that stuff is? Well.. It's all under the waves, of course. Now.. Go and explore.. The rest is.. Up to you now..'

Odette, hi! Damn, I haven't been that much active on this site lately. But hey, how are you doing? It's been like ages. I've missed our crazy conversations. I'm doing all fine myself, all goes well on the fields of music and writing. Right now I'm going through much of my older stuff; poems from between years 2008 and 2013, unfinished short novellas etc. A fun project, one which should last for a long while too. My band, Verjagen is also releasing it's second ep on next month. That should be fun. Also, I'm trying to live more healthier now, gave all spirits boot over half a year ago and I haven't drank alcohol pretty much at all since that. I aim to keep things that way too. These days, it's good ale and fine wine. Those do on special occasions. Doing some longer walks now, slowly getting into starting weightlifting n' stuff. A lot of changes in life. But, all is still good in the camp Windsoul. I hope all is well with you. Be seeing you around, my friend!

Hullo to each and everyone. Here's a link to my newest, previously unreleased nature themed work. Enjoy. - Oerath. http://allpoetry.com/poem/12404091-The- ... h-Windsoul

Merry Christmas to each and everyone here on PT! Eat well, don't drink too much alcohol, open up some presents, talk, have fun, go make some snow angels outside and all that. Here's my christmas gift to you all. - Oerath. (It may sound so dark, but there's a lot of hope in this one.) Always remember.. I'm the Soulseeker There is now a great distance between us.. Time seems to move ever so quickly onward.. My mind feels so broken, I am becoming one with the darkness of the dusk.. And the bleeding moon above me is going to paint all the stars.. With the color red to enhance the sky, blackest ever seen.. In the existence of this great twilight I call the reality.. I feel like my dreams would no longer be my own.. As I fade into the spiraling depths of the dark unknown.. How could I.. Reach out for the stars like you did.. Even when your mind was in grave distress, your thoughts drifting so afar.. You chose to leave your body behind, and placed all of your faith in your spirit Paths of the mysterious dreamer await you now, as you slowly become one.. With the cold; spectral energies of the stars that shine in the sky.. Of your otherworldly dreams that have always made you feel so alive.. While I.. Am being told to that.. Only nothingness awaits me.. In the darkness, they dream about bright and blessed sanctuaries.. In the abyss, they talk about the light that their eyes once lost.. In the fire, they feel the pain of their ever-burning bodies.. In the embrace of a blizzard, their minds shall be purified by ice and frost! Unforgiving, casualties they claim.. Those roaming and deadly shadows of today.. Cold eyes, mind as black as night.. You're obviously lost, you know nothing about light.. Suffer the coldness, you don't need warmth.. In the end, you were made to fall.. Face the sky, and then face the earth.. The great worldroots will only accept you upon your death.. Yet I hope.. You will find what you were always looking for.. From that new world that you now walk.. Unseen and unheard.. I wonder why I couldn't just follow you.. Through that timeless-looking metal door.. I wonder are your realms much more safer than mine.. For this land of death.. Is devouring me whole.. Until I can no longer even breath... The last time I even thought of my home.. I.. Don't recall.. Those memories no longer exist in my mind.. All forgotten, behind these burning eyes.. As my body is being crushed by the roots of these monstrous trees that bind.. My feet to the cold earth, it seems like this could very well be the end of my dreams.. I hope you'll have fun exploring that world of yours.. I would love to see.. Just one.. Of it's dark crimson dawns.. Always remember, I'm the soulseeker.. I'll find you one of these days.. But for now.. The time has come for my existence to fade away.. All withered and dried out I too shall become.. By the grace of the sun, I'll be gone.. Forever destined to burn.. Until.. In time.. I may unexpectedly.. Return.. Written by: Oerath Windsoul

The night has brought the brightness of the stars. The threes are only static shapes of shadows. I'm walking down but trapped inside the bars Of my own thoughts about what is to follow. The night has opened all enchanted doors. The threes are ladders hidden in the mists. I'm sailing out to long forgotten shores Where I won't carry shackles on my wrists. The night is gone and all the stars are dying. The threes are standing green and tall again. I'm coming back to real live but trying To save the feeling for the coming day.

Hullo, folks. How are you all doing over here at PT? I hope all is well, and the going is good. Anyway, I've been hanging around over Allpoetry for some half a year now, and it has resulted in some views and I've been ever so busy with editing and re-writing some of my more older material, ranging from recent years of activity all the way back to y. 2006 or so. For now, I'm going to post a link to my page over Allpoetry for those, who still have the interest to read my shadowy, yet sometimes even bright and hopeful works. http://allpoetry.com/Oerath_Windsoul Thanks for all views and reads in advance! Sincerely, your faithful poet & site contributor. - Oerath Windsoul

Hullo. Ah, back here. Nice. I hereby re-open the poetry realm. Come, if that is your wish. I shall be here, giving away poetic treats once more, but.. only on rare occasions. This is a poem I wrote today morning, while listening to several songs by Nox Arcana from their 'Winter's Majesty' album. I've not released it anywhere else, and plan not to do that in a while. It may end up on some future collection, though.

Needless to say, their music has been an important part of my life for over ten years now. Same goes for Arcana (there's just something divine about that, I guess, coincidentally so.. or not?)

It actually makes a lot of sense now, why I originally chose to name my first storyworld 'Arcadianth'. Ah, I just love music. And writing. And art. Stay awesome, folks of the PT!

In the arcane arts of magic I trust!

The legend will live on, even though time my being will rust!

 

Do enjoy.

 

The Magic Forest of King Winter

 

Enter the forest most enchanting, pale and snow-white,

where the winds and moonlight each night unite,

teardrops of the sky, fall, draw my shadowy being unto the snow,

as I bow down, let me send these hails beyond this time, fly, fly o' great grey crow.

 

Bring a feeling of belonging to the scene, ye croaks offer peace, a promise serene

is made under the moon, under her watchful eyes, this time no tears are shed,

as it's wings send forth a hypnotizing wave of sound, which makes all of trees

shake snow off their leaves and branches, broken is the silence of Winter, as they begin to sing.

 

Blessed be this evening full of magic and wonder, now even the spirits tell me to look yonder,

beyond my shoulders, for there ghosts from the past covered in ice boldly ride the clouds of the skies,

which seem to have turned bright blue for the first time..

during this hopefully black night, as I slowly leave the magic forest..

 

Only to return another time, I am in need of rest, yet away for long I could not possibly stay,

may the rule of His Majesty, King Winter.. be forever divine,

let tomorrow offer solace to those, who believe that each passing day..

offers us a chance to greet the gods, as it was meant to be, face them.. drink from their holy water shrines..

 

Of which purity imbued together with the crystallized beauty of mana will energize your blood,

and grant more warmth within to burn the mind, come another occasion, I will set out to find..

the last secrets under the fullest of all moons, where no flowers bloom, nor life oft laughs,

there I walk in cover of the night, wearing my grey robes and hood,

after the nightfall, to hide, I choose to share a bough with blackbirds, the eerie nightshade gatherers.

 

Written by: Oerath Windsoul

PS. Let there be 'night'.