The Crypt - the archives section of The High-Priesthood site features all sorts of miscellaneous creations of the High-Priesthood members, basically anything that doesn't fall into the 'reviews' or 'members' categories of the site.
Feel free to send your writings, art, poetry, etc. to be posted here. Also, some 'gems' from the forum might eventually find their way over here.
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The
Snakes by Neon
Nights |
Mr.
Postman
by Neon Nights Quotes compiled from the net... |
| Nightwing
by Neon Nights
No other hunter - has the power or the grace... |
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INVICTUS
Out
of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond
this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It
matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
- William Ernest Henley -