Seems a high blunt taste
Seems a beautiful waste
Such an elegant shade
Why is it to fade?
Ribs so grey made?
Cities blind in chase
Pictures greased to phrase
Just as the cloudy air planes that soar above
Once playful raindrops, now gloomy love
Off painted scapes they shove
Colors in history glowed childishly
Every tint of earth poured meaningfully
Eyes to see beyond what is to be seen
Textures and radiance never better then what could have been
Pinnacle in the canvas of the wind so lean
Glass works sculpted of broken diamonds too keen
Else Heaven bend to re-imagine
The ocean's crying,
Dripping droplets of cunning salt.
The impatient wind wails endlessly,
Yet the water's depressed thrashings don't halt.
The land stays solemnly still and stands
Courageously tall without shedding a tear of agony.
Even the shy breeze whispers,
To the gentle giant trees of the soil's bravery.
The overwhelming ocean leaves sad tiny marks
Of shells from its aggressive harsh beatings.
The lands bleed boastful
Sand as the beach's greetings.
The wild petunias and daffodils pose
As the audience to the frames,
Hence, the fauna sing and cheer
To these nature games.
A little bit sad,
Not tired of being mad,
Far from happily insane,
Too depressed to feel the pain.
No body cares if you are good,
Nor does it matter if you lose your childhood,
Pleasure is all they need,
Even if your heart if filled with greed.
"Just keep going" they say,
They don't mind even if its not your way,
Walk an unknown path even if you have to crawl,
What ever happens; they say don't fall.
Live a life which you don't want,
The world will race you to the finishing point,
But your dreams are long lost,
And all you did is listen to them at your own cost.
But our lives only end up in our hands,
We shall only play our own bands,
Just t
Ruthless winds and raging seas
A link so poles apart from ease
So darkly distinctive
As glitter from dirt
To sorrowfully know, addictive....
Hacked pleasures do hurt
This bond between man and monster
So firm, so unbreakable...shakes a mad red heart
Yet so forbidden, cries pushed away as an imposter
Our tie we hold till our knuckles bleed pulled apart
Destructive beliefs and demolishing dreams
How long will my people hold my love chained to their ugly screams
But I'll never rise because I've fallen forever
So intense, so deeply...
In a hopeless feeling of adore and pain we share together
Summon giants and bulldozers to fail to pick me up
The Van Devereux FilesPt. 13 by mmpratt99, literature
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The Van Devereux FilesPt. 13
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The setting sun slowly bathed the rolling green hills and wooded slopes of the Erskine Valley in orange and purple. Splashes of gold crept down the cobblestone streets, bronzing the ornate, half-timbered buildings. Shafts of dust- flecked light angled down the multicolored skylights lighting up the dragon's bulk as he sat looking down on an elaborate game board.
Gorynych was down eight hit points and most of his Switzer crossbowmen were dead. He had ten English knights, seven Welsh knifemen and seventeen Welsh bowmen. But the dragon never gave up; he still ha
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When Kes and Sigrid came back from bidding Gorynych adieu, they were greeted with a shocking surprise. All the leftover food was gone, and every bit of dishware except for the tray was upset and broken. Worse, the whole, entire tablecloth was one big, scat-covered canvas. Tiny poopy footprints were scattered haphazardly from one end to the other.
"Oh, no " Kes moaned. "No, no, nooo!" She then collapsed to her knees in frustration and held her head.
Sigrid raised himself on his hind legs several times, and thoughtfully contemplated the mess. Then his ea
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The rumpet-drawn cab thumped and jingled its way into the outskirts of Zelmak. The hefty dino-bird warbled and yarped vigorously as the vehicle swerved in and out between the loaded donkey and pony carts, the crowds of market folk and customers, and the Greeblik and lummox coaches dropping off and picking up streams of passengers.
A carved Yggdrasil talisman swung on one corner of the cab, while on another hung a winged Arkan Sonney or "Lucky Pig."
Arthur rode in back, huddled amid his luggage. Face wan, he stared glassily at the noisy, packed streets.
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Tullugaq trailed the scent until it abruptly ended at a curb on Corbett Street. Now what? Stepping onto the street, she sniffed around a bit. The odor of large padded feet convinced her that either a bus beast or taxi had stopped here a few minutes before.
Exhausted and whining pathetically, she slumped down next to some nearby hedges. She was feeling thoroughly depressed as well as baffled. As she
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While Kes busied herself in the clutter explosion that was once the kitchen, Gorynych settled herself comfortably at the living room table. There were chairs, but Gorynych doubted they could support his massive bulk, so he squatted on his haunches with his tail coiled around him. He started looking around at the many interesting things adorning the room. Beautifully made clothing of sewn pelts and embroidery hung from the walls as well as the rafters, along with all kinds of ornamented objects. He also noticed numerous shelves full of old books on plants a
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As Kes and Gorynych walked toward the house, the front door opened. The dragon stood motionless, staring at the strange creature that emerged from the doorwaywalking apelike on its hind legs. Its front paws clasping a bean cake. It looked somewhat like a fox, but it was much more larger and bulkier. Its paws, however, weren't like that of any regular canine, being more like those of a monkey or raccoon.
"A kitsune!" Gorynych exclaimed.
"Fire dog," Kes co