Jonathan Vargason will be giving away a special autographed copy of The Thirteenth Hour and a copy of the upcoming release In The Crow's Talons to the lucky winner of this contest. Here is what you must do, you must first find at least 5 typos in The Thirteenth Hour and send me an email, there I will have a drawing and the winner will recieve a hand autographed copy, or if you think you can find tons of typos, the winner will have to find the most typos. to submit your entries click here
Dear Diary, heaven has truly united with earth;
Dear Diary, my love has grown strong;
Dear Diary, what horrendous act have I done?
Dear Diary, the blood of our relationship has shed;
Dear Diary, I've become a madman today;
Dear Diary, I fear this may be my unwrapping;
Dear Diary, endless confusion has set in;
Dear Diary, today I looked into her empty eyes;
Dear Diary, this is my last entry and last breath;
I would like to share a fictional poem that tells a story about a man (heartbroken) that had written entries in his diary... Please read, it's not in any of my books and more than likely will never be in any of my books... Hope you like! Dear Diary:
Dear Diary, I've fallen in love;
I've risen above my pitiful life's peak;
And now I will fly with the wings of a dove;
Without my love, I am worthless and weak;
And my new love has been given sweet birth;
Together we have found strength together;
And I love her, and now eternity seems less long;
I love her, and now our love has been in the weather;
Now the finger can only point at one;
My tears, wash the blood of my own hands;
And when you needed me most, like a coward I fled;
Looking in the mirror, I saw my soul's black strands;
And I wept, for the man I knew passed away;
She has left me to lay in my own deceit;
And I can feel my empty heart snapping;
Unanswered questions leave me incomplete;
My undoing seeming inevitable, and it is time to begin;
I saw nothing, only dreams that have shattered;
I fear my fate is inevitable, and I like love will meet my demise;
In the mirror a new love appeared, and I was flattered;
Flattered by the end of my suffering and the sweet taste of death. Poem's copyrighted 2000 Jonathan Kyle Vargason. Vargason nor any third party condone the events that unfolded in this poem or any other poem on this website. Vargason nor any third party, shall be held reliable, for the material is purely fictional...
