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A MAGICAL WALKI heard music, and hence I did follow
As a light rain fell from the sky above
The sound of my pitter patter feet were hollow
Wet now I had to remove my gloves.
Onward I trudged through the mud and the muck
The music I heard was getting louder now
The pathways I followed were sheer out of luck
Moisture thickening as I wiped my brow.
I found myself humming this melodic tune
Anxious that I was not lost on my course
All about me were fireflies strewn
Driven, was I, by this melodic force.
Not far away was a break in the path
As I approached I saw a luminous pond
Dozens of Fairies were taking a bath
The Fae are a race that I was quite fond.
Quietly I backed up and went my own way
Dimmer and dimmer became the bright light
Happy to see the light turned to day
So went the happiest night of my life…
RevelationsI: Reciting Suns
Was the name
Of the girl
Who divided us.
All those years
All those sunsets
Are now garbage
You promised me
Holding my hand
Will be forever”.
I saw the tears
Waiting in your eyes
A sign to fall.
But the rain
I said yes.
Touch my soul
Reminding your words.
I was in love
Sleeping on the clouds
Where you were
Reciting me suns.
August the nine
A rainy day.
Over the church
With black wings.
Were they crying
For the future?
Worried my flesh
In a good way
I wanted it now
I wanted the end.
Would be in Paris
The most romantic
Place on earth.
Leaving the decoration
To another lucky couple.
August the ten
Now in France
Away from home.
Love in the air
Taking my senses
To beautiful landscapes
Full of roses.
I feel art
At the museums
Where the life
Is red and black.
Owns my body
I hate the water.
ParableAn image alike I give unto you:
A sunburned prince in the desert lies
With crusted salt on his wide eyes
That stare at the o’erbearing sun
That burns his skin and causes sweat to run
And fall on the sand like vaporous dew.
In the cavern of his hollow chest
The eight-legged poet makes his abode
With strands of silk connecting them all,
Safe for now from all that erodes.
But the corpse that sustains will also decay
Leaving the tale-telling arachnid in a cave
Of bones that support but don’t cover
And leave nothing to the elements allay.
And so ends the exiled prince; an empty
Home for a migrant spider, left tempting
The vultures and scavenging creatures
With the allure of lean meat aplenty
Until the desert consumes his features.
HellengardIn Hellengard they have a rule
that shan't be broken ever.
It states that all of man's affairs
will stay his own endeavour.
It claims that man is not allowed
to sail beyond the Silent Sea
and thus bereaves the people from
the Shards of truly being free.
Hence Hellengard, the World in Shards,
is split in many realms these days
and mankind has forgotten that
their world once had a different face.
So in each and every realm there is
a belief that other Shards are myth
and mankind does not dare to leave
the only place they're sure to miss.
Yet Hellengard depends on strength
and strength has come from unity.
As unity is long since gone
the World in Shards might cease to be.
The end is near for Hellengard,
where rules ensure a world's demise
and all the while the people fight;
the end will take them by surprise.
RevelationHow beautiful it really is
Flames of the Apocalypse
And as the world begins to end
I wish that you were here again
The Mary Sue Song!Hello, writer, now I will tell you
The tragic tale of the Mary Sue!
Once there was a writer who wanted the best
But what she didn't know, she just invented a pest.
Her character was beautiful beyond compare
To rival every character everywhere.
She had every power imaginable
And lots of boyfriends, too,
The writer did not know she just made a Mary Sue!
She brought that Sue to roleplays
To fanfiction and more,
Surely she had the OC that we would all adore!
However, that Sue was hated and abhorred.
The writer did not know it, and soon her Mary Sue
Started to take many forms and grew and grew and grew.
Sues sprouted everywhere, with rainbow eyes and flowy hair
And quickly the literary world fell into a despair!
Some writers sided with the Sues
And some did not agree
"These undeveloped characters have gone to far to me!"
Characters did not know if they were Sues or more
And then the world of writing started a Sue war!
So, dear writer, listen well,
Take any path you choose,
But do not fall i
Blood in the SnowPart of "Hellengard" - Shard of Terror
There is blood in the snow
and it's freezing and cold
and my breath can be seen
as I stand here so bold
and I can't look away
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't good
and I'm not bold at all.
Yet I'm standing here still
and I can't move away
If I do turn and run
I am sure I will pay
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't fine
cause that blood sure as hell
isn't looking like mine.
Now it may seem like this
is an odd thing to say,
cause why would anyone
ever see it that way,
that it's fright'ning as hell,
that it's awful and scares,
when the blood in the snow
doesn't look like it's theirs,
But, you see, there's the thing
that the blood in the snow
is as blue as the lake
in the valley below
and it doesn't make sense
and it shouldn't be there
because now that it is
someone needs to take care.
There is blood in the snow,
just some blood in the snow,
but the people are scared
Let it fallLet the world crumble.
Let the world fall.
I will still be here in the end.
Looking up as I leave behind my regrets,
But keep hold of your memory.
Walking in the WillowsWalk into the willows
weeping in the night
under longing limbs
silent in your stride
Pull away the curtain
to find the moon alight
mother of the stars
tears within the sky
Let her lead the way
willing to be guide
be yourself a wolf
led throughout the night
Follow through the grasses
clinging to your thigh
wade into the center
see what you shall find
Crouch before a clearing
calm among the tide
hold within the brush
hidden out of sight
Look into the sanctuary
taken by a life
holding 'tween her hands
a single butterfly
Listen to her whisper
delicate and light
ancient as the wind
fickle as a lie
"You hold beauty little creature
as none that I have known
beneath your little wings
mottle have I grown"
"I ask of you the love
that others only stole
to fill these empty eyes
and give to me your soul"
Kissing to her lips
the creature comes to glow
giving all her spirit
to the woman in the willows
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what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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