Official Name

     The first book of the prequel trilogy to Not Her Prophecy was nicknamed by everyone who read excerpts of it as Rothgar after what they assumed to be the main character. First, Rothgar is a main character but is not the only one. There are four main characters in Book One. Book One is now officially named The Dragonscale. It probably doesn’t make much sense to everyone why I’ve named it this but I’ll go ahead and throw in a hint: the amulet. Also, I wanted to explain about Race Against Time. ‘Race’ here means:  a family, tribe, people, or nation belonging to the same stock. It doesn’t mean “racing against the clock.” It means that a kingdom of a different race could be completely wiped out. That’s just another foreshadowing that can be mistook. So, I’m unsure when I’ll complete The Dragonscale but I’m setting the goal as August 1st. The full series is The Dragonscale, Race Against Time, Fully United, and Not Her Prophecy. I still haven’t come up with a proper name for the entire series but I’m sure by the time I complete it that it’ll hit me. ;p

~Aris~

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Lyrical Poetry

First off, I'd like to say I've been having some 'turbulence' with Aris Lisvacor lately and I would like to dedicate this post to her.

Lyrical poetry is a form of written poetry that involves rhyming schemes in order to express personal feelings and emotional feelings. Today lyrical poetry is not always set to music or a beat, but in classic Greek culture it was often set to the sound of a stringed instrument.

In ancient Greece, lyrical poetry had a much more specific meaning. Lyrical poetry was a verse that was accompanied by a stringed instrument, such as a lyre. The lyric poet was distinguished from the writer of plays, the writer of other verses and the writer of elegies, which were rather accompanied by flute.

It wasn't until around the 19th century that lyrical poetry started to be given deep emotion and personal attributes. This type of lyrical poetry was called Romantic poetry. It later developed and played key roles into becoming what today we know as rock, country and many other forms of modern day music.

During the late 20th century lyrical poetry began to become more popular as The Beatles, Queen, Johny Cash spread across America. Over that time period more and more people wrote their own songs based on their own lives and over time the collection grew to the many thousands of songs you can find online today.

Today's Rant: Alien Worlds

Last night I watched a sci-fi movie with my twin brother, as I often do, and began thinking. Have you ever noticed the way sci-fi movies portray alien worlds? There is always one dominant life form or species that reigns over the planet much like we humans do here on Earth. In their worlds though, they all share a common language, common culture, and common outlook on what is and what isn't meant to be. Never once would they go to war against their own kind, let alone betray them to make themselves better off. Yet that is exactly what happens here. Now I am not saying that that is diversity's fault, far from it actually. I believe the vast number of languages, cultures, customs, ethnicities, races, and religions here is one of the most magnificent aspects of this planet. I am simply stating that we envision and suspect alien worlds to be united while we ourselves are not. And why is that? And why can't we get along?

I don't have an answer to these questions. I do, however, have a poem that reflects the way I feel about them. I wrote it a few years ago, but it has always remained my favorite of all the poems I have ever written. Enjoy!

Moonlight Masquerade

Only in death can we find freedom,

Only in freedom can we find life;

And so the dance begins.

The clock strikes twelve on the wall,

Decorations consume the hall,

Much excitement for the coming ball;

As the people enter in.

They wear masks to hide the truths,

Fantasy is their excuse,

To enjoy reality.

They dance and drink the night through,

Angels and demons and jesters too,

All together in a harmonic hue;

Colors to every degree.

But slowly the sun returns again,

The day starts and the dance ends,

And the fun begins to fade.

They leave the ball and shed their glee,

Sinking back into reality,

Wondering why things can’t always be

Like the moonlight masquerade.

Today's Rant: Magical Abilities

At some point in time you've wished you had magical powers. Admit it. We all have. But if you were granted just one, what would it be? I, myself, would choose the ability to heal. Now I know what you're thinking: Heal? What a worthless power. And I agree, it doesn't sound all that impressive, but let me explain the extent to what I describe as healing magic. First off, by the ability to heal I don't mean Wolverine's power to regenerate. I mean the actual ability to heal myself and others, being able to cure any injury, poison, or disease. Second, my healing power would be strong enough to keep my body healthy forever and even fend off death. Thus making me immortal and allowing me the ability to revive others. Doesn't sound so worthless anymore, now does it?

But an even more important question than what power you would choose would be what would you use it for? Would you use it to do good? To do Evil? Or just do whatever sounded best at the time? I always like to envision myself as an elder demon lord, yet I would use my powers for good, which leads us to another option. Would you use your power to be both demon and angel, such as humanity does?

Angelic Demon

I am the fires of hatred

And the feathers of love,

But I am bound to no one

And don’t serve the likes above.

When someone seeks out vengeance

Or looks to do something right,

I become the martyr

Who gets tossed into the fight.

I am caring and ruthless,

Saving lives and digging graves.

I judge nobody on anything

Besides how they behave.

When I find a shadow

With more hate inside than me,

I stare upon his corpse

Without sorrow or pity.

I am kind and thoughtful,

Yet still human at heart.

I can cause mass destruction

When my world falls apart.

When society’s perfect

Then I may go away,

But the flames spread through compassion

Seem content to stay.

I possess heaven’s halos

And wear the horns of hell.

I am an angelic demon,

Vindication is what I sell.