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.
Don't Sleep TonightThe farmhouse was eerily quiet at nighttime. No cars honking, no rumbling subways, no incessant dripping. Donnie found it unsettling.
He had always been a bit of an insomniac. Staying up into all hours of the night working on inventions and experiments made it nearly impossible for Donatello to shut off his brain and get solid sleep, especially now that he was miles away from his own bed.
And so he stared. He created shapes in the ceiling, cast by the shadows of his candle-lit lantern. But there always seemed to be a face stained there, staring straight back at him.
She had kissed him earlier that evening, so near his mouth he could almost taste her. What he wouldn’t have done to turn slightly so their lips had met.
Donatello could not help but feel like there was more intention behind that kiss than the others. Much more. But no, after the incident with Bigfoot, he could no longer give himself the false hope that April could ever love him.
He mentally erased all the shape
Dreamweaver 5 (Romano x Curvy!Reader)
(Romano x Curvy!Reader)
Look who updated! After….a month….I hate how inactive I’ve been because I feel like I’m letting all you awesome peeps down. Anyways, while you’re reading this I’ve most likely posted JAOGWG along with Atomic Hearts. Recently I’ve become very aware of my writing style and tecniqe, since I want to improve with each pice that comes out it wakes much longer to proof read and edit things before finally presenting it to all you lovely people.
I’ve also been trying to enter a bunch of contests to earn points. My last contest went very well and a lot of people liked it and those who didn’t make it in time wanted to try again so I’m in need of points to give away…So if I earn up enough I’ll host another one in the coming mont
Death is something that is always thought of as silent. Dead men tell no tales, dead men make no noise; they remain silent as the grave. There are even those who are said to pass peacefully. For Mycaelis and Vagus, death was never silent. They had both killed as they lived in a world where one must kill or be killed themselves. Never once could either sibling recall an occasion where death had been silent.
Death is the screams of agony as flesh is torn from broken bones, the howls of pain when entrails are split upon the ground. The cries for mercy, the shrieks of horror, the gurgling sound of someone drowning in their blood. Then come the sounds of those that behold death’s work. The screams of terror, the gasps of disbelief, the wailing of loved ones as they grieve for their loss. And there are those that say nothing at all, for words fail to describe their horror or their grief.
As Mycaelis and Vagus sat silent in that hovel in the jungle, they could hear death outside,