Posted in drama, fantasy, My Poetry, Writing

The King’s Salvation- A Ballad

His castle never welcomes light,
His crown is marred with grief,
And nothing in the universe
Can bring the King relief.

He wanders endless corridors
And thinks of times long past.
He wonders why his happiness
Was never meant to last.

When sunlit days were all he knew,
When magic served him well,
The world was at his feet, his eyes
Could blind the flames of hell.

His castle now repulses light,
His crown is marred with grief,
And nothing in the universe
Can bring the King relief.

One night a darkness poisoned him,
His magic turned awry.
The world grew terrified of him,
As did the heartless sky.

His loved ones left him, one by one,
He plunged into despair.
“Is there a cure?” he’d ask the stars.
They’d answer, “We don’t care”.

His castle never welcomes light,
His crown is marred with grief,
And nothing in the universe
Can bring the King relief.

All hope is lost. He leaves his home
And travels to the sea,
Intent on letting go of life—
He longs to cease to be.

But on the shore he meets a girl,
Whose magic, just like his,
Appeals to demons and the void
And always strikes amiss.

The King finds happiness at last,
His smile is death to grief.
His newfound daughter brings him hope,
Salvation—and relief.


This was written in response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge, which asks us to experiment with meter. Since I mostly write metric poetry and my original poem had the so-called ballad meter already, I thought I’d add this form to the challenge, the rules of which you can find here. It’s my first try so it’s far from perfect, but I really liked the form, so I think I’ll use it again=)

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!

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Posted in Blogging, drama, fantasy, My Poetry, rondelet

Wicked Storm

The wicked storm
Disrupts the kingdom of the dead.
This wicked storm
Destroys all space, and shape, and form.
It veils the sun in cloudy dread;
Its lightning black, its raindrops red–
This wicked storm…


photo ©Fir0002

Ah, finally. Internet fixed. Back to WordPress and my favorite challenges=D

This rondelet was written for Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge, and it turned out sort of weird and not at all theme-compliant but I’m all into death and destruction and rage in my poetry after the terrible ordeals I had with the lack of Internet and general annoyance with the universe being tricky.

Ahem.

Feel free to ignore my mini-rant and share your thoughts on the poem in the comments!

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Epic Music Monday: Epic Soul Factory – Beyond Our Dreams

Another beautiful piece of epic music=)

Aethereal Engineer

I love epic music! For me it is a perfect combination of the classic orchestral scoring, chorales and electronica music that I have enjoyed for decades. This stuff inspires me, and is a great companion as I write away on an exiting piece of fiction. Therefore, on Mondays I share a new piece by various artists on the blog… Epic Music Mondays!

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Posted in Challenges, drama, fantasy, My Poetry, tragedy, Writing

Crimson Dawn

They said I’d never see the crimson dawn,
Yet in my heart is she, the crimson dawn.

They said I’d lose a duel with a god,
Yet fate has gifted me the crimson dawn.

I look upon the foe I used to love…
His drying blood could be the crimson dawn.

The loss is mine and there’s no turning back,
Alas, I cannot flee the crimson dawn.

I fall into the storm of the unknown,
At last, my hatred frees the crimson dawn.

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A ghazal written for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge.

This form was hard. Excruciatingly hard. But yeah, this is what I managed to write. Excuse the weird rhythm.

Oh, and I tried, but I couldn’t find a way to insert my name into the last stanza. Just didn’t work. Anyway…

Feel free to comment!

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Epic Music Monday: Two Steps From Hell – Chase The Light

Because Two Steps From Hell is amazing. Makes me want to write epic poetry=)

Aethereal Engineer

I love epic music! For me it is a perfect combination of the classic orchestral scoring, chorales and electronica music that I have enjoyed for decades. This stuff inspires me, and is a great companion as I write away on an exiting piece of fiction. Therefore, on Mondays I share a new piece by various artists on the blog… Epic Music Mondays!

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Posted in fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, Writing

Trapdoor – 3LineTales

It’s a complete mess on the surface: heaps of tools, old, rusty and broken, are strewn across the floor.

But somewhere underneath that rubble there’s a trapdoor which leads to my home dimension, and among these tools there’s a key which will let me open it.

I begin my search; I don’t want to be stuck on Earth any longer.


Photo by Ashim D’Silva

Written in response to Sonya’s 3LineTales prompt.

Feel free to comment!

Posted in Challenges, fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, Writing

Immortal Rainbow

After the demons came and devastated the planet, his existence was reduced to a ray of light in the center of an ever-present rainbow. He never thought he’d regret acquiring immortality, but here he was, hovering over a lifeless land, distressed and alone. He wondered what had happened to the other immortals; there were quite a few when humanity was alive. Were they rainbows too or something else entirely?

A new human race sprung forth. Some of the new mortals thought his form was some kind of magic. Others prayed to the awing rainbow. He pitied them, knowing the demons would attack again. When they did, he felt useless, unable to help in any way other than simply glowing.

This new humanity, however, was victorious.

After the remnants of the demonic storm had dissipated, for a moment, his existence was elevated to thousands of rainbows all around the planet, and he felt united with similar silent ethereal beings. Transforming into a lone little light again, he felt himself disappearing from the world. Stray raindrops—his tears—fell on the ground.

He couldn’t have felt happier.

His last thoughts were questions.

What now?

Darkness?

Or a reunion with the ones I’d lost?


Painting: Rainbow by Arkhip Kuindzhi

Hey, hey, hey, this seems like a happy ending! I mean, it’s sort of an open ending but it could totally be happy, right? Right?

Anyway, I tried.

Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge (I have no idea how that picture inspired an apocalyptic tale but OK)

All comments are welcome!

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7 Things I Love About The Cursed Child

Sure, yeah, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child has quite a few plot holes, out-of-character Harry, Ron & Hermione and a questionable villain, but for me, it’s the underlying themes that count. In this play, it’s the ever-present (in the HPverse) themes of love, friendship and overcoming hardships with the people you care about. These are the things that made it enjoyable for me, and many others.

Anyway, SPOILERS ahead in the list of things I loved about The Cursed Child.


  1. The Amazing Duo

ALBUS: Albus. Al. I’m — my name is Albus . . .

SCORPIUS: Hi Scorpius. I mean, I’m Scorpius. You’re Albus. I’m Scorpius.

And so, the two main characters, Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy, become friends. Their friendship is great. Realistic. Tender. Beautiful. I enjoyed how the two interact, and I loved each of them on their own. While Albus is in his brooding, angsty teen period, Scorpius goes through quite a lot of trouble himself, which makes his mostly positive attitude seem heroic.

What I absolutely adored is the mutual understanding between the two; when misunderstanding happens (Albus is being a little too self-centered, no surprise), Scorpius says the following:

So I’m sorry if I’ve ruined your life because I tell you — you wouldn’t have a chance of ruining mine — it was already ruined. You just didn’t make it better.

They talk, they reconcile, and the interaction is, most of all, believable and relatable. I’m glad these two are friends, but of course, it wouldn’t have happened if Albus wasn’t in…

  1. Slytherin

Harry Potter’s son, in Slytherin. In Hogwarts, it turns out to be a pretty big deal, and bullies instantly show their ugly, miserable selves.

I’m glad, though, that the writers decided to make it this way and showed Albus and Scorpius fighting the prejudice together. And although it isn’t the root of the problem, I’m sure Albus being in Slytherin contributed to…

  1. The imperfect relationship between Albus and Harry.

ALBUS: I didn’t choose, you know that? I didn’t choose to be his son.

Aka, Harry is sort of a lousy dad to Albus. It is understandable, at least for me. He has Lily and James, who are just… normal, and Albus, who very obviously stands out.

Albus’ mother, Ginny, does a better job of understanding his son, while Harry needs to work at it. I’m glad they showed this relationship because, like in reality, nothing is perfect. Harry and his son go a long way before trying to make amends, and I loved reading about their journey.

  1. Severus Snape and Scorpius vs. Dementors

In an alternate reality, where Harry (therefore, Albus as well) doesn’t exist, Voldemort rules and Snape is part of a resistance against his regime, Scorpius from the Voldemort-free world and Severus are cornered by Dementors. This ensues.

SNAPE: Listen to me, Scorpius. Think about Albus. You’re giving up your kingdom for Albus, right? One person. All it takes is one person. I couldn’t save Harry for Lily. So now I give my allegiance to the cause she believed in. And it’s possible — that along the way I started believing in it myself.

SNAPE sends forward a Patronus, and it’s a beautiful white shape of a doe. SCORPIUS: A doe? Lily’s Patronus. SNAPE: Strange, isn’t it? What comes from within.

*crying like a baby*

  1. Headmistress McGonagall…

Says to Hermione:

If I could also give a detention to you, Minister, I would. Keeping hold of a Time-Turner, of all the stupid things!

Yeah, I think she should have just said “Go to hell” and given all of the parties involved detention. Due to McGonagall’s imposing demeanor, even the Minister wouldn’t have minded.

  1. Draco and Harry

Making amends! Talking! Being in the same room several and dueling each other only once!

They have more things in common now that they have kids and, well, father-son issues, and seeing them undo the mess Albus and Scorpius had made is pretty cool.

  1. Who is the cursed child?

Voldemort’s daughter? Albus? Scorpius? Harry? Maybe Draco? I love how this is left an open question, all things considered, and I think it’s something to ponder.

Final rating: 9/10. Highly recommend.


Actually, the eighth thing I love about the series could be this: it exists. Honestly, I’m glad Rowling chose to create this little masterpiece, imperfect on the surface but beautiful beneath.

Other (more elaborate) reviews on WordPress I enjoyed reading:

Review + Discussion: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by JK Rowling — Ellie’s Bookshelf

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child — DaniellaWrites

Book Review: Harry Potter and The Cursed Child — BookishKirra

What do you think about The Cursed Child? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments below!