The vale for Summerfest was on the boundary of the village, set against the backdrop of Veryn Falls, a waterfall that plummeted steeply from the heights of the Ryvyn Mountains. Splashing from hundreds of feet above, Veryn Falls’ crystalline waters were cushioned by a multitude of moss covered bastions and ivy-laden arches, and the waters fell, ‘plashing and laughing, into an emeraldine pool that stretched out its bountiful hand at the base of the falls and flowed onward through the village, supplying water and life to all. The broad clearing around its bejeweled precincts sparkled with ..read more

World building is crucial in any fantasy worth it’s salt, and I’ve put a deal of effort into creating a dark and foreboding realm for the Dark Fey Trilogy.  Pronounced with a gutteral CH as in the composer’s name Bach.   Chray…Vool…Gleeth This is a city in the Uunglarda, the Realm of the Reviled in my Dark Fantasy series, The Dark Fey Trilogy A Snippet from Standing in Shadows-Book Two of the Dark Fey Trilogy Darkness lay thick and unyielding like a heavy mantle that smothered from every direction at once. Pungent and prodding, the intense murk was sooty with the condensin ..read more

  End of Day Whisper of Night Tranquil moment in Serenity’s sight Caress my cares With your Gentle hand Sing soft and sweet of that faraway land Where Dreams pirouette and shadows play Whisper of Night End of Day . Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~ If you’d like to keep up with everything I’m doing, sign up for my monthly newsletter by visiting my author website If you’d like to see more of my artwork, please visit my DeviantArt page ..read more

. Blaylscith scattered in all directions through puddles of murky, gray water as a battalion of mud-spattered Legionnaires tramped into the bustling encampment.  Straggling behind the main group and panting with over-exertion, a second unit followed closely, but unlike the former, who marched in unison and carried their weapons with strength and purpose; those who followed were ragged and in visible disarray.  Many of these bore scars that stood out in vivid contrast against their pallid complexions and others nursed fresh wounds; a testament to their harrowing existence, which was ..read more

Champagne Creation In Whiskey Brothels Murdered Weeps in Silent Screams. . I know, I’m a day late, but it was too important to not post. Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~ If you’d like to keep up with everything I’m doing, sign up for my monthly newsletter by visiting my author website If you’d like to see more of my artwork, please visit my DeviantArt page ..read more

What is The Good Life? If someone came to your door with a bouquet of roses and an oversized check for 100 Million dollars, what would you do? Would this be a blessing or a curse? So often we believe that the acquisition of Much is what we truly want; that having more is far better than having little, but is affluence and the attainment of wealth what we truly seek? Is it ultimately satisfying? Does it fill the heart, mind, body and soul with that incomparable sense of accomplishment and purpose that drives us? Or is Less truly More? What is the plan for our life? The vision that is intended ..read more

. Portal of Temptation and Guise, Splendid Ruse of Intrepidity, Conveyance into the Unknown Beyond, Passage defying Reality, Open your Ethereal  Door, Leading to Unspoken Realms, Whisper not of dire Suspense Beneath the Ancient Elms! . Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~ If you’d like to keep up with everything I’m doing, sign up for my monthly newsletter by visiting my author website If you’d like to see more of my artwork, please visit my DeviantArt page ..read more

You Surround me, Warm me, Your Touch Melts through Me. Your Heartbeat Fills my Senses. Your Breath Caresses my skin. Your Whispers Close my eyes. Passion Spreads like a Fervent Blush. How Deliciously Sweet is this Embrace! How I Wish I could stop Time in this place! I would Remain in Your Arms Eternally, With You Surrounding Me. . ~Morgan~ . . . Beautiful Original Artwork by: Lauri Blank ..read more

Long We have been separated, Love, Though in the Dawn of Existence, we Kissed Each Other Sweetly. Born of One Spirit, Lingering in Breathless Anticipation, Sharing Each Thought, Each Breath, Each Moment, Unified in Perfection, Perfection in Unity. Birth brought division, separation, desertion, Calamity of loneliness and confusion. Each day I have sought You, Seeking the Beauty of Your Eyes, Listening for the Allure of Your Voice, Reaching for Your Exquisite Hands, Yearning for the Splendor Your Touch, Desiring none but You. Alas, Love, my Search was Fruitless. Stolen Time, Ineffectual Years ..read more

All my Love I Give to Thee, Thou who Hast Transformed all my Hours, Forgotten are the Sad Memories, Distant are the Tears of Waiting. All My Heart I Share with Thee, Oh Thou My Love, Sweet Lord of Desire, Shaken, All my Inhibitions Be, That Once Kept my Love Debating. All My Soul I Offer Thee, Thou who Hast Filled my Life with Joy, Blessed Am I, Incomprehensibly, This World, with You, Creating. . ~Morgan~ . . . Beautiful Original Artwork by: Lee Bogle ..read more