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The Battle of SeraphimSilent shadows far and near
Draw closer to hear the tale I'll tell.
Childeren far and childeren wide
listen to this, the rhyming tide.
Whispering wind, quiet down
And soaring bird lie silent and still.
Listen, my friends, for I shall tell
Of a time once lost to the heart and ear.
Long ago in the Forgotten Lands,
There lived a man with many hands
His sheep set to graze 'til their heart's last beat
He lived peacefully 'til one blast of heat
Silenced his feet.
His daughter turned on him.
Her name was Seraphim
For she was once called an angel
When she save a boy from a fire by the luck of a shingle.
But, now, gone bad like the new moon's light,
Her wings, full open, will make a fright.
Yet, there was only one and her kin
That could save the mighty Seraphim.
It was a first light that Sheron set out
With her sisters trailing behind.
Soon they came upon Old Willow's Cave,
Which Seraphim stays at light,
And they waited 'til the time was right.
That night, Seraphim walked out
Her head sliced cl
DifferentI am a doe
running like an avalanche.
You are a snake
Drowning me with your poison.
I am pure
just like the deep blue ocean.
You are coarse
just like the mountain's spine.
I am warm
like the sun's rays.
You are cold
like the night's shadow.
the wildernessThe coldness surrounds me.
Reminds me of the Death around me.
The sprites urge me to run away.
"No," I tell them,"I won't run from my fears."
"Let them run from me."
And so I stood waiting for them to find me.
And find me they did.
They started to haunt me and mock me.
But, I stood firm.
They tried to break me and take me.
Yet, I stood firm like a Lakota battling against the strong buffalo.
My fears withered away like they never existed.
Faded away from me.
Seraphim NevermoreShe is softly singing
Emptiness surrounds her
Rough sand underneath her
Around her, the black vanishes
Playing around her
High tides roll
In to the bay on the
Ever so softly
Vigilanty Justice strikes its bell
Ending the life of one more
Most of Never
Ousts itself from her body.
QuarrelEntwined in destiny, the lovers quarrel
To fall back in a love so desired, so drowned in desperation.
Ah, to be in love with such a world...
How beautiful the pain of separation.
Together they rise, together they stumble
Neither will give up; they swear on the hearth.
Corrupted echoes of forgotten pasts
Working alongside the patience of Earth.
Fall, at last, the lust-starved maiden
To an unsuspecting Olive hidden in a tree.
Her heart is his to conquer, to possess
Together, their fate unfathomably free.
WIP: JuliaShe was still as ghost-like as I remember her being. The dress she wore, which held a soft green floral print, conflicted beautifully with her pallid skin as it danced around her in the spring breeze. I hadn't seen her in years. Well, ever since I broke up with her, at least. Seeing her right now, here amongst the wildflowers that bloom only in Southside, made me remember why I was in love with her in the first place. She looked at me, eyes intent on acknowledgment, and whispered something on the breeze so soft I couldn't grasp it.
"What was that?" The question rolled off of my tongue faster than the way rain mixed with the ground.
"I said," she cooed, coming closer to me, "thank you for taking me here, George. However, if you don't mind, why are we here? I asked to be dropped off over at Harriot's."
"I thought you might like it. It's your style, after all."
She looked at me with a slight dissatisfaction. "George, if you want something from me, why not just ask?"
I hate it when you
New storyThe sky was a violent blue that dreary afternoon. Kleric High was just about to let out, releasing its prisoners to play in the cool sun. She stood on the roof, looking at the cityscape in front of her. A breath of air graced her cheek, brushing her hair aside as if to ready a kiss.
Turning her back towards the city she loved, she closed her eyes, letting the wind hold her breath and her thoughts.Time crawled on hands and knees as if pardoning her from her next action. She tiptoed back, heels over the edge, seven stories of emptiness beneath them.
The bell rang, signaling school's long awaited end. Carefully, she leaned back and fell, long hair floating around her. Faster and faster she slipped through the nothingness. She opened her arms wide...
Whistfully it flows.
A sad memory glows.
Whisper to me.
Remind me of my distant past
Rather than my future.
Hover closer to the secrets hidden from me.
Tell me the truth,
Rather than feeding me lies.
Shadow-tailed ButterflyYour tails seem to haunt me
Even in my dreams.
You cling to the walls of my head,
Like that of a flower's petals.
Your eyes seem to appear out of nowhere
And frighten me with their look.
Oh, shadow, shadow,
Just leave me to my own.
Stop haunting me with your tails
And glitter, sparkle, shine.
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
Through the Distorted Glass: A SummaryAfter mourning the loss of their friend, Miguel, Lanetta forces the team to continue on. Tiana has a fit, upset that everyone is just getting up and abandoning the memories of their friend. Not fully understanding Tiana, since she doesn’t speak Pokémon, Lanetta lashes out at her, stating that death is a part of life, and if you let it hold you back, you’ll never get anywhere, always being stuck in the past. She tells Tia that Miguel wouldn’t want her to suffer over him, so she should move on. Tiana reluctantly agrees, and the team heads to Eterna Forest, where they meet Cheryl.
Cheryl is a travelling nurse, on her way to the league to deliver a top secret new medicine called “revive” that supposedly can bring back a freshly killed Pokémon, within limits. Lane finds the technology scary, being a believer that you should respect the dead as they are. The two women butt heads on various issues of Pokémon morality, especially when Lane use
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 74It was around two in the morning when Sherlock’s phone woke you and when he didn’t pick it up you fumbled for it, reaching up over your heads towards the noise until you found it on the arm of the couch.
“ ‘ello?” you answered groggily, pulling your free arm from the sling to rub at your eye. Lestrade's voice started to pour through the phone and you scrunched your eyes tightly closed as you slurred, “Hol’ on. Lemme get’im for you.”
You held the phone over your head, unintentionally smashing it into Sherlock’s face as you huffed in a steady slur, “Sherly… phone’s for you. S’bout the case.”
Startling out of his thoughts at the phone hitting him, he took it from you and you rolled to your good side as he lowly growled, “What?” into the receiver. You snuggled into him, letting the rumble of his voice as he talked with Lestrade lull you back to sleep, only to be woken a moment late
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 72It was a relatively quiet morning in 221B… unfortunately it only lasted about five minutes before all hell broke loose. It started with John coming down to begin his morning as he normally did, with eggs and the paper, only to find you pressed against Sherlock with his hand resting somewhere it shouldn’t. There were a lot of things John could handle, combat pressure, Sherlock’s boredom, malevolent criminals, but not this. He was even starting to get used to the occasional acts of affection between the two of you but this… this was just too much.
Before he could do anything you let out a soft whimper in your sleep and your face turned pained, causing John to temporarily abandon his anger for concern. The way you were sleeping was obviously putting a lot of pressure on one of your broken ribs, probably had been all night, and he watched you shift just enough so that the pain didn’t wake you.
Your brother sighed, rubbing his forehead- he was going to have t
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 70The next day was thankfully uneventful, both the boys needing a day to just process everything and you spending nearly the entire day asleep from the meds. They were both careful not to leave you alone so that when you did wake up you didn’t panic and John decided that for now he was going let Sherlock off the hook for the things you’d told him the night before since he seemed to have handled it well.
When it got late enough to go to bed you were out cold curled up in Sherlock’s chair and John worried that if he moved you he’d hurt you in someway so he made sure Sherlock was going to stay on the couch and then left you where you were for the night. He was a bit relieved when the next morning you were still sleeping in exactly the same position and that you hadn’t woken up and freaked out.
You blinked awake when he was midway through making breakfast, slipping out of the chair to slowly navigate your way into the kitchen, hugging the wall and then the count
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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