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Burning Sky by Kryptic66, literature

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Burning Sky

A single tree, laid bare in the winter air Stands like an old soldier who refuses to leave his post Winter is not here to stay, The white snow, pure as the feather of the dove loses what it once held dear Blackened and corrupted by a six month campaign, The crow proclaims his dominion over the melting shell of winter's hulking beast Picking at its eyes, scratching his feet upon The mouse infested carrion Hovering above, majestic clouds survey A fleeting kingdom, drifting farther and farther away As Persephone makes her return to the surface world Dust rises up from the roadside, disgruntled spirits wish to carry on With the

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Poems of Fear:Poem V by Kryptic66, literature

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Poems of Fear:Poem V

Buried ALIVE Blackness lies all around me Filling the void of darkened wood Air is sparse, and so is the hope of escape The wood is thick and hard Nearly impossible to break I pound my fist with animalistic aggression across the top of the coffin My skin scours the very surface, breaking on contact from my desperate attempts of escape Blood flows from my fist; I feel it on my tongue It's bitter As bitter as the truth itself I struggle and writhe Like a snake in the ground With no hope of escape My mind says 'Resistance is futile' I stop struggling, and I eventually black out So this is what its like to buried alive&#

Poems of Fear:Poem IV by Kryptic66, literature

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Poems of Fear:Poem IV

The Graveyard Walking through th' stones in fear Hearing the rustling sounds through my ear A tree snaps, an owl harks I haven't been this scared since I heard of sharks Over and over my fear runs through me Like a scene from a scary movie Stuck in a never ending loop My hair raises My skin cowers in terror Knowing that some long dead ghost or goblin Might come from the great beyond And pull me deep, deep, deep under The gaping maw that is the earth To boil me in a stew Ewwwww! So I run very quickly, as quick the wind itself And I get out of that stupid, creepy, graveyard Filled with God knows what

Poems of Fear:Poem III by Kryptic66, literature

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Poems of Fear:Poem III

The MONSTER of the Wood There is a monster in the forest With sharp, jagged teeth And razor sharp talons His eyes glow a strong ruby red Like the blood of the fallen His thirsts for the flesh of men Ever hungering, ever waiting He is the hunter from another world And he waits eternally in the forest For someone foolish enough to cross the threshold And into the realm of darkness The realm of fear The realm of death So I leave you with these words, stranger Do not go into the wood If you value your life

Poems of Fear:Poem II by Kryptic66, literature

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Poems of Fear:Poem II

The REAPER Victorious I once met a man with the most horrendous business plan He reaps the old, the sick, and the weary Those who can no longer have a foothold upon this earth You could say his job is a little different His office suit is a coal black cloak As black as the depths of hell His face is hidden within his darkened hood His briefcase is a scythe to rip and harvest the souls of those should leave And his PDA is an endless list of names of those who should, As you know, DIE I once met this man, it was quit grand Because I kicked the bucket away Hooray! The Reaper Victorious!

Poems of Fear:Poem I by Kryptic66, literature

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Poems of Fear:Poem I

Looking on from the Great Beyond I died and I am no more Dust to dust Ashes to Ashes My body lies in ground. Becoming the earth itself My mind still exists As intact as it ever was I wander in the void Between life and death I lie as an imprint of a time no longer there The knife long discarded The murderer long since put away The floorboards replaced The memories wiped away An abhorred event long buried by the sands of time But my blood was still spilt on this spot Spilled when it should not have been The redness of my blood may still be there But it lies upon the history of my home like a stain It is truly a ghost

2020:Part 4 by Kryptic66, literature

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2020:Part 4

The screen immediately went blank as Disney-Warner had lost its signal in New Germany. The scene of the battle field was gone; it was then replaced by a scene of large heli-carriers over an ocean. Ethan was about to get up from the couch to get some more food as the scene continued. A mans voice then cut in. "In the United World Marine Core, we are determined to make the world safe. As a first year trainee you'll be programmed with all of the latest battle tactics from the most pristine universities. Our programs offer a whole range of careers for those looking to get a college degree, from applied weapons engineering to Clone bank assistance

2020:Part 3 by Kryptic66, literature

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2020:Part 3

Greg's hacking coughs stopped, and he was trying to cover the battle by yelling at the camera man. The 451st infantry unit he was with was desperately trying to hold back the Blitzerkreig mechs, but it was like trying to stop a tank with a knife, the battle mechs were too well armored, and far more prepared than the 451st infantry thought. Major Reynard yelled orders at his troops, who were taking cover from the fire from the battle mechs that were bearing down on them. Ethan watched wide eyed in front of the holo-screen as the battle raged on. The 451st got in a few shots, but the bullets ricocheted off of the battle mechs. Without the aid o

2020:Part 2 by Kryptic66, literature

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2020:Part 2

Ethan, for the sake of being bored, flipped through the channels until he found something of interest. Standing in front of a bullet riddled home was Greg Parker, the daredevil host for Survivor: World War Three. In the background were the sound of plasma gun fire, and the echoing booms of far off bombs. Greg always gave a recap of last weeks show, this week, it was down to 18 soldiers and a broken hover tank in a Neo-Nazi infested rural town. It seems the Neo-Nazis were slowly taking back the areas they had fought for. Ethan put his snack down, and became comfortable on the couch while he watched Greg talk about how many men had been lost. A

2020:Part 1 by Kryptic66, literature

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2020:Part 1

Prologue In the Genetic age of 2134, the laws of old America were rewritten by the two largest corporations of the United World Court. In the year 2013, the corporations of Disney-Warner and CBS-Universal took over many of the smaller corporations, thus eliminating the need for various companies which owned many of the cable channels that much of the masses of the American public watched. In beginning of the Genetic age of 2100, many of the old corporations had been erased from the data banks of Washington, D.C, L.A, and other large cities in America. After the United World Court was purchased by Disney-Warner and CBS-Universal during the la

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The Ghost Lantern by Kryptic66, literature

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The Ghost Lantern

Here I am, my beloved, walking upon the lush green earth Surrounded by the weathered stones Lichen covered, indecipherable mementos as nature takes her toll on them I look for you, among the memories etched in stone Hidden among the choking tendrils of weeds The long grass, yellow and dead waving in the breeze In the final farewell of the exodus of souls It sits, farther from the others An outcast from the far gone, an exile among the dead The long shadows of the sycamore reach out like the hands of a lost child, Reaching out for what cannot be found Grasping, opening and closing in a balled fist of anger For fear of abandon

Paper Cranes by Kryptic66, literature

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Paper Cranes

Through the window, hopes, dreams, The accomplishments of men are swept away by the Wall Deluge of foamy water, and debris Tossing about cars, Homes, Lives like playthings Strewn about, Helter skelter across the broken land, A cruel trick of Susanoo-no-Mikto He laughs, as he hops merrily from building to building, Wreaking havoc wherever he pleases Far beneath my feet, The earth rumbles Waiting Mother Nature has grown uneasy, abused century after century She finally lashes out Invoking her wrath upon the rock which I have my built my life Drowning my ambitions Choking my aspirations in the black water T

Identities of the Night by Kryptic66, literature

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Identities of the Night

The leaves silently rustle in the breeze, Whispering of secrets that have long since left the lips Of those who have stood underneath them Their branches sway in the night To a rhythmic beat known only by them Every fiery red leaf on the long digits of the trees Chants to the song Swaying back in forth in unison Telling of their existence I am within them, as I lean against their rough trunks In the midnight hour Their breath is my own As I breathe along with them Connecting my soul, my blood To the solemn monuments The lingering memories Weathered, stained, And yellowed by countless centuries I am tethered to

The Pouch, Part II by Kryptic66, literature

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The Pouch, Part II

The Pouch, Part II Your body, tired, battered, beaten by The hands of a clock like a boxer in the ring A one two, one two fluid motion Of the long, black ,sharpened fingers curled Into a sword-like fist piercing the skin Like a knife as each second passes Tick tock tick tock The time piece says You block, it guards with ease The numbers on it's face , etched into The alabaster skin like temporal tattoos You were young once, vibrant, shining Full of energy like a 40 watt light bulb Too bad it had to blow a fuse, There is no energy saving bulb for you, No second chance You have been tossed into the metal waste bin with

Night by Kryptic66, literature

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Night

An almost pitch black abyss which covers the land in a dark blanket, Obscuring things once clear. In the night we enter a dream like state, In which science in all of its innumerable miracles cannot govern, But where magic is abundant in the realms of imagination. This is a place in which we enter only in passing, it is a gateway. A cross roads to things unseen in the light of reality or unheard in the rationality of life. Before or since. It is a plane in which the mystical and the mythical seem to come alive from the yellowing pages of stories once written on papyrus by ancient scribes. Stories once told by the firelight which kep

Past the Dark Veil by Kryptic66, literature

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Past the Dark Veil

Sometimes my life opened its eyes in the dark, To look in the darkness of life, Past the death, the despair, The lack of meaning, the undying presence of corruption I had night vision, I was spiritually enlightened. I was able to see past the dark veil which blinded so many. I took it off, and said: NO! My life had eyes which could see past the conniving schemes of Sorrow and Despair. I hunted them down, and slammed them back into Pandora's Box! I told them, "There's no escaping now." My life's eyes adjusted to the cruel apathy of the world. The black mass of hopes and dreams that were crushed under the boots Of demons, fi

Uncertainty by Kryptic66, literature

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Uncertainty

Uncertainty is like walking down a dark corridor, One that is almost endless The long pathway stretches Towards a black Door, with flaking paint The door is in such a bad condition, It appears almost sliver Like the wispy, silvery gossamer of a spider web, It glimmers Silent footsteps towards the door, echoing in the cavernous Corridor like old memories The cold, icy floor against flesh as the journey begins But never ends The urge to move backward, the urge to move forward The regrets, the doubts which bind like chains Clanking in the minds eye, parasitic Siphoning off any hope, sucking Like a mosquito which cannot

The Other by Kryptic66, literature

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The Other

A pat on the back, the grin of the Other is wide "We're pals, aren't we?" he says "the best of friends." His eyes gleam red like rubies in the blackness of the darkened room, Beacons to a rocky demise Avoid the Dark-house at all costs, its blood red signal does not steer ships away From the razor sharp outcroppings The red light beckons them towards it with the lust for wealth, fame, The promise of untold power Within grasp "Kick the bucket." Gripping the steering wheel of the ship tightly, Blisters begin to form on the palm of my hands like small mountains The pain is raw, potent The schooner does not obey As the needle

The Black Heart by Kryptic66, literature

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The Black Heart

A black heart, An icy abyss of a dark soul Trapped within its own boundaries Beats with a cheerless pulse The white essence, consumed Feeding the demons within, It licks its lips as it Greedily gobbles up cheerful memories Each beat is filled with sorrow, A never ending pain as the soul Is slowly burned in acidic bath of scorn, and disdain The wings are clipped, the bird is caged The door is closed as Misfortune arrives Like a looming storm cloud, The foreboding shadow as doom has been foretold, As Hope is put in front of a firing squad The guns are readied, cocked, and directed At the wall as Hope closes its eyes for the

Bang by Kryptic66, literature

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Bang

Bang The door closes with a crash Rattling the wood in its frame Bang Anger is distributed throughout the room As glass shakes, the floor trembles in terror Bang The end of a relationship described by a thunderous sound, It went too far, a line was crossed Every gear and cog ceased to function, A weak link in the chain can end it all Bang Twelve years out the door, straight down the toilet This roller coaster ride of a life came to a halt I can no longer feel the wind in my hair Bang Slamming the door like a gunshot A bullet straight for my heart Like a broken mirror it shatters Bang Bang Bang Pounding my fists a

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Apr 5
United States
Deviant for 14 years
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_{Good evening my fellow deviants, and welcome to my dark abode! For starters, I'm not one for introductions. However, I suppose there are a few things about myself that I am willing to divulge. As an artist, I am varied. I work with two mediums: literature(poetry, prose, and playwrighting) and sculptures. I have been writing for as long as I can remember, and I have been working with sculpture equally as long(although I am a novice). My greatest passion is art, and when inspired I usually don't rest until my project or projects are complete. I enjoy strolls through foggy graveyards, Belgian chocolate, poetry slams, techno/trance, orchestral horror/Halloween music, mythology, working with computers, and fantasy role-playing games.

Embrace the darkness
Krypt

_{You can contact me on my chat:"TheKrypt"
chat.deviantart.com/chat/TheKr… or you can note me. I'll respond to either.

My Haunts(Where to find me)

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These aren't your grandfather's stamps
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The Ghost Lantern
Here I am, my beloved,
walking upon the lush green earth
Surrounded by the weathered stones
Lichen covered, indecipherable mementos as nature takes her toll on them

I look for you, among the memories etched in stone
Hidden among the choking tendrils of weeds
The long grass, yellow and dead waving in the breeze
In the final farewell of the exodus of souls

It sits, farther from the others
An outcast from the far gone, an exile among the dead

The long shadows of the sycamore reach out like the hands of a lost child,
Reaching out for what cannot be found
Grasping, opening and closing in a balled fist of anger
For fear of abandonment

The gnarled sycamore bends over your grave, beloved
Like a father attending the crib
The long shadows caress the slowly eroding stone

Others have been swallowed by the gaping maw of the Earth,
Reclaimed by the clay which bore them,
My love, you have not

Civilizations rise and fall, in the endless ebb and flow of the stream of time,
Standing on the far bank, you watch the world decay

The old, knotted sycamore loyally stands like a sentinel,
Concealing you in shadow

Luna the Moon Queen,makes her slow journey across the sky in a white chariot,
Weaving deviously between the boughs of the trees

Led by Charon, you come back to me
A shade of your former self
A remnant of your being,
Tied between two realms

The ghostly lantern, a will o' the wisp
bobs in the old graveyard, a flickering
Green light in the distance
A pinprick of hope approaches on the horizon of watery light

A whisper in the night,
"Come, my love. I wait for thee beneath the silvery moon."

Shimmering like some half remembered dream, you approach me
In ethereal garb of gray
To still my heart, my dismay

Smiling, you fade
Like twilight upon the world
Smiling,
Down among the dead men

General Information
Current Residence: The black marble mausoleum
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Print preference: Many pages!
Favorite genre of music: Techno/trance, classical, oldies (Do-wop, rock n'roll, big band)
Favorite photographer: Photonerd2201 <3
Favorite style of art: Dark/Poetry
Operating System: Windows 7 Home Premium
MP3 player of choice: I-Pod, Playlist, my computer
Shell of choice: The place where I hide
Wallpaper of choice: Preferably something dark, sordid, and with loads of blood.
Skin of choice: Human, makes a nice mask.
Favorite cartoon character: Jack Skellington
Personal Quote: "Darkness envelopes the world, it is up to you to embrace it"}}

Favourite Visual Artist

Mike Mignola, Jim Lee

Favourite Movies

Dracula (1931)

Favourite TV Shows

Fringe, Stargate SGI, Supernatural, Doctor Who, CSI(All of them), the Walking Dead, Hellsing, Death Note

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Owl City, VNV Nation, Daft Punk, Muse(Thanks, Cat ;P), Nox Arcana(<3),Nightwish, Two Steps From Hell, Iced Earth, Globus

Favourite Books

World War Z, Frankenstien, Dracula, anything by Niel Giaman, Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter, Harry Potter

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allan Poe, H.P Lovecraft, Niel Gaiman, JK Rowling, Y.B Yeats

Favourite Games

Skyrim, Sims 2 (D.E) AoE,KH, Portal(1 & 2), Fallout: New Vegas,Fallout 3

Favourite Gaming Platform

Online MMORPGs, RPGs

Tools of the Trade

With writing: pencil, paper, and my laptop. With sculptures: recyclable materials, polymer clay

Other Interests

Reading, writing,history,old movies,computer/online MMORPGs, purging the world of Twilight

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Kryptic66

Jan 19, 2012

SOPA: Yay or Nay?

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Whats a SOPA?

How dare you side with them!?

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Kryptic66

Dec 25, 2011

Seasons Greetings From The Shadows!

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Once again, I am stopping by to wish my closest friends and watchers a Very Scary Christmas and a Horrific New Year. No, I'm joking ;P. May all of you have a safe Christmas and a Happy New Year. I'll see you all over on the other side in 2012. Best Wishes, :skullbones: :blackrose: Krypt :blackrose: :skullbones:

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Kryptic66

Oct 31, 2011

All Hallows Eve

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Good evening, mortals. We have now entered the Witching Hour for All Hallows Eve, and the veil between the living and the dead thins ever so slowly. For those ghosts and ghouls who have just woken from their coffins and crypts I wish all of you a very Happy Halloween. For those mortals who walk in the daylight hours, I wish you the same from the darkest depths of my heart. If you aren't already in high spirits, here's a catchy tune to set you on the right track: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hqotjvlvhd8 Best Wishes, :evillaugh: :tombstone: :pumpkin: Krypt :pumpkin: :tombstone:

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InsanelySweet

Mar 29, 2013

Hi there you've been hugged..by meeee!!
Send one to all your friends who you think deserve a hug (which, hopefully includes the person who sent it to you)!!

You might send it to your enemies as well!
It'll really make them stop and think!!!

If you don't receive this back, nobody likes you, and they wish you'd stop bugging them!

If you receive this back 1 time, open up! Find more friends, enemies, or enemies pretending to be friends

If you receive this back 2 times, you're off to a good start! (Unless you sent it to yourself! That's cheating!)

If you receive this back 3 times, you're a good friend.

If you receive this back 4 times, you're truly loved as a friend!!

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YOU'VE BEEN HUGGED!

Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away

Tygrezz

Feb 5, 2013

You got hugged!

Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!

Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!

1-3 you're bad friend
4-6 you're an ok friend
7-9 you're a good friend
10-& Up you're a great friend )