Haley McFadden: My Portfolio

Returning back from an expeditious peregrination of ecstasy, The deliriously sweet zest of delectation tapers and leaves a bitter taste.  Exhausted, wanting. Wanting, wanting, wanting. The ambrosia that assuages and ameliorates her darkest subconscious and brings forth her purpose. Tapering, tapering, tapering. Relinquished with nothing. She has molten, The exuberance has now left her, revolted.  How could she have dreamed of receiving the goddess Euphoria’s displeasure? Now

Ruminating on the fantasies of companionship, I find myself dazed by the intangible idea of fellowship. In the crowd, words do not find me and I become bereft of speech, My mind promenades, the words are too far out of reach. Carefully fumbling through my cards, cautious to not make a fool of myself. One misstep of my fingers and I must retreat back to my domicile. How does one acquire such elegance and confidence in the midst of outsiders? How do I, too, become that personag

She curled her toes beneath the sodden soil,  redolence of the earth lingered idly in the air. The hymns of the thicket beckoned her deeper into its realm. She felt insouciant, the comforting warmth of the sun's rays enamored her. Her reluctance was drowned out by the rustles and whispers of nymphs that hid in the branches,   Deeper she ventured, placid winds pulled her in a reverie.  Swish, swish, swish, Fae emerged from between the blades of grass, their delicate wings inca

Scavenging through desolate provinces and battlefields of what once was her kingdom of renown, her primacy. She scarcely could discern and elicit remembrances of her greatness through the indistinguishable  rummages that littered the long,  abandoned war-torn streets and alleys where the commonality once roamed, where placidity was always teetering.  Ragged robes  of ebony and onyx which now served as mere translucent draperies that scantily veiled declinations, trailed dejec

The absolute nature of this child was orphic, It was the very testament of forbidden dalliances.  An unorthodox result of a malevolent pact, The abhorrent relinquishments unto Beelzebub himself. Vile thaumaturgy.  Puerile minds toiled, acknowledgement was inconceivable. Deplorable.  An anathema.. Shielded from view in the comfort of the fetters that home once endowed it with,  Draperied windows, Entries shackled. The verboten essence brought on by lechery, Sheathed away from

It was the Night of the Plenilune,  The brilliance of the nighttime celestial body illuminated the gloaming countryside. Creatures of Nocturne have made their awakening,  Well-rested, ebullient , seething with gluttony and urgency; They will lay their decree over the land as they see fit, for as long as The Moon’s ubiquity deems it.  Alas, on this particular night these creatures may not be alone to lay their claims. The Daemon of Night will vivify and rise, as he always does