Gathering moss

Gather to me my knights,

unfold the scales of your mail,

as the wraiths of time wail by the second hand that trails.

In the dusk of the night,

I dar3 tread the path of that beacon at midnight.

Then we shall see at dawn,

where all things do yawn,

in the first hour of the twillight morn

I will see your spear,

with my that rear of the axe i weild.


Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude



Chill me a spine

Let me drag my past, as i grimace my future of no tommorows.


Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 56

I AM Khwatlou

Hiss pa fisshhdish. . .

Sheesh oa  pheesh vishes….

Coming in about the corner of the eye

round under the slip of your toe,

Then is shall wrap that heel

where Achilles was screaming

was shouting. . .

“Kill me now!!! ”

“Kill me now!!!”

” I am in agony, swallowing turtle upon the heels of this wound”

And as Achilless would suffer,

Do i let you,

or can you tolerate as i watch you in slow agonizing pain.

Says the Gout

While all the joints are hurt.


“When one has killed that dragon,

one has become The Child.”

-In the Field, p21

A Joseph Campbell Companion, Osbon.


Did i just Irked you to the max,

Have i unleashed your potential,

Are you ready to smoke and spread your tiny Smaug inside you.


Are you that stupid to make Eowyn out of me,

that it takes my feminine side to hear you wail like an Uruk-hai.

πŸ‘ΏπŸ˜ β˜»πŸ‘Ί

Then it seems to me,

From the blackest of your dead hand,

I can slay you,

just like that,

knowingly your attitude and behavior will make you

as a child would,

if someone would take your possession just like that.

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@rtsydhude, c17m

Lined glorium.

Vengeance of Khwatlou

Arrgh, Rawrrgh, Barraaghhh,

Aahh someone give me a toothpick,

this flesh has been on my backtooth.

This last one really soured my taste in men.

Women as the same.

Then why bother with this race, they have a filth that no others can at least have some decent tang to it.

To av3nge for Khwatlou : Roundabout

Boom , boom boom. . .

Kha dom , khadoum, khadoom

See where i see you,

Go run rabbit run.

Down I go

as i fee foo fum.

And when i get to u.

See my blade do nothing but. . .


do u think

its that easy.


Colored Pencil

circa 2008