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.
Brothers and Sister (Brother!Norway x Sis!Reader)
Brothers and Sister
(Brother!Norway and Little sister!Reader)
(((No incest what's so ever.)))
Get ready for a world of feels—I’m serious…
Commissioned by :iconElizabethkai: if you’d like one, they’re 10 points for a one!shot and 20 points for a two!shot of your choice, if you’re interested then please, note me.
“No….” A young girl stood in the rain, it was pouring, so frigid and cold, but at the same time it seemed to sizzle upon impact. The girl’s eyes were heated and her fists were raised.
“(F/n)…please don’t be angry with me, I was just so worried that I—“ For once the king of ice was broken, his eyes were down cast and filled with an emotion that not even he hi
The Knight's Queen (Sebastian X Demon!Reader) P1
You wandered through the alleyways, not fearing the seemingly never ending darkness that swallowed your form. Your eyes roamed around everywhere, making sure there were no enemies around. It seemed forever that you had been in this darkness, everything seeming familiar yet strange to you all at once. However, you were not an ordinary human by any means. You were (Y/N) (L/N), a demon from the underworld.
You had recently come to the surface, curiosity burning inside your mind. Another feeling also burned your senses.
Hunger swirled inside you,creating a gnawing pain. You were a younger demon, and had never come up to the surface before, so this was all new to you. You had to find a way to satisfy this hunger, this annoying and unsatisfying feeling that burdened you.
You, (Y/N), are special. Did you know that? Yes, you are a special type of demon, one that is not commonly heard of. You have the ability that not many others have; you have the ability to appear human and feel emoti
Kirby TSWC - Main Character VoicesEnglish:
Kirby - Fredrik Nilsson
Sirica - Felecia Angelle
Keeby - Brina Palencia
Tiff - Cherami Leigh
Tuff - Laura Bailey
Meta Knight – Travis Willingham
Sword Knight - Eric Vale
Blade Knight - Seth Green
King Dedede - Patrick Seitz
Escargoon - Sonny Strait
Customer Service - Dan Green
Nighmare - Benedict Cumberbatch
Kirby - Makiko Ohmoto
Silica - Yui Ishikawa
Keeby - Ikue Otani
Fumu - Ryōko Shiraishi
Bun - Rika Komatsu
Meta Knight - Hiroshi Kamiya
Sword Knight - Kentarō Itō
Blade Knight - Toshiyuki Morikawa
King Dedede – Kōichi Yamadera
Escargon - Naoki Tatsuta
Customer Service - Banjō Ginga
Nighmare - Hideyuki Tanaka
Seen Chap 1Inside the walls of a small human home lived a similarly small borrower family. They were the last ones to stay in this home. All the others had moved on to other homes for different reasons. The borrower family was caring, and loving just like any other, but still their son Jacomo felt lonely. Often comparing himself to the human child growing up in the home. She would have friends over, and often talked about them with her family.
Over the years he learned the ways of being a Borrower. His father a good teacher, and his mother always supportive. It was the man's job to go out, and borrow. His mother stayed in the home they had made. It resembled the human's home with chairs, tables, and beds. Still everything had it's own little differences. Their library was small, but made of miniature books. Still they were quite cumbersome, but easier to read than the full versions. The beds were stuffed with mostly cottonballs, and the sheets were sewn t
Samantha's Secret - Chapter 1Samantha’s Secret
George Coetzee was determined to find it and photograph it.
Moraea Worcesterensis, with its striking dark purple flowers, was one of the scarcest plants around. It was critically endangered and as elusive as the Big Foot legend. It is a winter-growing, spring-flowering geophyte that goes dormant in the hot summer months. It is 12 to 25 cm high with a small (15–20 mm) fibrous corm, believe to be poisonous. The solitary, linear, grass-like leaves are channelled and a little longer, to double the length of the stem. The dark violet-purple flowers have yellow stamens and diamond shaped nectar guide markings on the inner and outer petals. The inner petals are a bit smaller and narrower than the outer. The flowers appear from late September to October.
George read and re-read the notes and information he gathered about the flower the
TnM- Bajo el Muerdago -SINOPSISThomas, un chico de la alta sociedad inglesa, va a pasar las vacaciones de Navidad con los Flynn, una familia de clase media americana. Marie será la encargada de hacerle de anfitriona, pero la verdad es que no lo tendrá nada fácil: la personalidad excéntrica y sofisticada de Thomas se desvelará muy pronto. Acostumbrado a un tipo de vida propio de las élites, no aprueba ni a los amigos, ni al hermano rasta, ni la comida, ni la forma de vestir de Marie. Thomas extiende periódicos para sentarse en el autobús, compra los alimentos más caros y exclusivos del supermercado, pide taxis cada día y humilla a Marie con sus comentarios impertinentes.
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