Red Dream

My character Beryl and her homicidal maniac, dreamwalker husband Skye Silversun (and to think he looks so cute and innocent in this picture. He is known as the Red Dream...or Red Nightmare to most. Even after his death he still haunts the dreams of those he once loved. He has been tormenting my character and her friends for about two years since his death. He decided to read a book that makes you go mad, and after that, he wasn't the same. He tried to impale their half-fae daughter (well, son actually, but that's a long story). His mentor, Bree, is currently going mad (at least that's what everyone thinks), but is also extremely powerful. She and Beryl get into arguements a lot when it comes to things Skye related. The fact that she is in love with him didn't help. But now, Skye is being contained inside of her, so he is unable to mess with them as much. Of course, this also leads to weird conversations like:
Eric: 'Bree, you and Beryl should get married, you're too much alike.'
Bree: 'Well, part of me already is married to her.'
Beryl: 'That's so not funny...'

Wonderful poem by Mike Bloczynski, the man behind the monster
Here is the full poem:

“Tick tock, Tick Tock.
Is a Bleeding heart a simple shock.
Repeated and resolved,
The thorn that makes your pain

Send me Kisses lovely, red as you can be,
But my lovely you will find that there
Is, at last, no Redder one then me.

Tick Tock, Tick tock
Count the gems with in my crown
7seven for the dying days,
and one to beat around.

One to Play with

Seek you my finest Jewel,
Hidden within mine fractured sea.
This puppet wants to play.
She wants to play with me.
She can be broken just like me.

Free among the tasty shears,
Free among the bloody hall,
Free among the lonely beasts,
Free with in my crystal ball.

Bobby liked to play with his father’s knife.
Bobby’s father said “No”, struck in him a little strife.
I handed Bobby a very shape blade...
I think that Monday Bobby lost his life.

Nailuis Timper liked to play out side.
Nailuis Timper liked to skip and dive.
I showed him the den of a Dragon.
On Tuesday Nailuis was eaten alive.

Today Michael said that he wasn’t afraid of me.
Michael said it was because he could not see.
I opened his eyes, and to his surprise,
All his entrails had been cut free.

Next is Rebecca, so fair and kind.
But in this red game,
Not even the Fair are left behind.

Red queen, red queen.
Remember I can read your dreams.
I know every pain.
I know every lie.
I know of green rings
and simple good-byes
I even know what to pull
To make you want to die.

Careful with your words child.
Believe me I have played fair.
I could take you now,
But that is a pleasure that I would not dare.

I have your thorn, I have your gem.
And you will have no other children
But mine...”