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UntitledWith powerful words, I can show You why you think what you do," said the pen. "Yes, but do you really know the sight above of a lone black crow?" Descartes asked then. "With powerful words I can show you what it means when it looks below." Came the words of the pen. "Yes, but do you really know The cold wet touch of the afternoon snow?" Went Descartes' words to the pen. "With powerful words I can show the joy it will cause to overflow," The pen responded then. "Yes, but do you really know Any of the world behind the words you throw upon the paper,Untitled
by ~ThirdWizard
ChasingThankfully, the moon shown above, Its body not full and not crecent. The crooked street curved right and down Lined with white and black mailboxes, One rebel couple's marked with green flowers. Everything looked shaded with blue, The night spreading across the street and me; There was the whistling of a bird or maybe the wind.Chasing
I saw a streak across my neighbors yard of black and a small spot of white mixed in. I took off, brown boots clomping on blacktop Then the spring of grass underneath as I ran. My prey ran on four legs, but he was tired. I wobbled but re
by ~ThirdWizard
RebirthThe dusk creeps down upon the sky, A crimson hue: as Angels die. The dead sun falls as if on cue While the rays of life fade from view. The darkness creeps up killing light, And driving the past from our sight. The hours drag on, as if in days. But, this itself is just a phase. A new light falls, the wind a sigh Upon the breath of Death's ally.Rebirth
I bathed that day in Angel's blood. The light of dawn being the flood Of crimson skies and scarlet seas, Ruby rains and a cerise breeze. The cold cold light upon my soul, It froze my heart and sent my whole
by ~ThirdWizard
Character Study 2His burden lay heavily upon him as he stumbled toward the looming mountains on the horizon. It had been only days since he departed from that lifeless town. He hated having to stay there; he hated the inhabitants, those who made pacts with the vile undead of the vast wastelands in which he had exiled himself for all these years. They were the very epitomy of what was wrong with the lands east of the mountains. But, soon he would make it to them, and he would be free from his imprisonment amid the complete lifelessness surrounding him. In all directions, the plain stretched around him except west. Toward the west lay the mountains and his salvCharacter Study 2
by ~ThirdWizard
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