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NightHe said to me They call me Lord Under I am but the Taker The clouds parted but The rain didn’t Stop. I looked at your plane The miles you’d flown The revolver still hot The air breathing smoke Shadows did wink Dear baby I shot youNight
Down. The moonlight a shovel. I said to those. You and yours Lord Under, You’ve nowhere to go but
Down. You stood where no should Stand. Eyes creeping with that last bit of Red. You weren’t quite tall enough Never were. You couldn’t see out,
by ~Lordofmyths
The Raven's Prize Long ago, in the forest of old Ire, a Raven soared gracefully through the night sky. Her keen eyes scoured the earth below scanning diligently for her prize; brushes, a Wolf, and all manner of the forest entered and left her vision, but alas, despite the hours of day and night that passed, what she sought remained concealed. With morning light ascending quickly, she, tired and saddened, dropped herself down upon the branches. From below the Wolf searched as well, but for nothing so in particular. Having been deprived of much the Wolf hunted not for deer or buck, not even for raThe Raven's Prize
by ~Lordofmyths
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Mae culpaYou showed me a whole new place, full of batsMae culpa
and butterflies and everything in between. Fairy-tale groves where blackened flowers grew their thorny vines round and round
my heart; how could I leave?
The wood was lovely, and you set a gilded cage
for me to step into, though I didn’t see the bars.
It felt innocent then.
The path of sweets you honestly laid out would sour,
given time and lusty secrets.
But the moments were red-lettered and I
cannot look back on them with regret. It would be false to claim you’d been anything but tender, or that I ha
by ~o0Emma0o
The Silhouette LifeI see a birch, sentinel, and muse A thing is only as good as its outline, A shadow form, the body’s bruise-- Spectral Silhouette and thick body intertwine.The Silhouette Life
A thing is only as good as its outline,
Though sickly, fraught, and frail-- Spectral Silhouette and thick body intertwine. Heavy boughs, now dark, were pale
Though sickly, fraught, and frail-- Darkness, this night, true life conceals Heavy boughs, now dark, were pale With wanting to be something weighty, something real.
Darkness, this night, true life conceals The budding promise of flo
by ~o0Emma0o
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