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Basilisk 3: Don't Wait For Me The snow had long ago stopped and instead Scoops found himself among the nearly dead trees of Risholi. The landscape was as barren as Lumeria now that the Autumn goddess had died, and the few leaves still attached to the branches were rendered brittle and brown like its already fallen companions. No longer were there the showers of beautiful shades of red, yellow, and orange, and somehow he felt gypped of the experience.
Then again, he wasn't sure he'd know difference between the red leaves and the blood.
As he rested against a thick tree under a canopy of bare branches, he stared down at the pool of his own blood as it collected around him. He'd been lucky enough not to encounter anymore Sunspawn, but it appeared the strain of traveling so far in unrelenting weather took its toll on his body. He saw it coming, knowing fully w
Empty WordsI love to tell you how my day was
but you never listen
I love to wake and see your smile
but your never there
I love the way you make me laugh
but its been awhile now
I love it when you stay with me all night
but now your never there
I love the little things that you used to do that showed you cared
You tell me that you love me
but your words are empty
You tell me that's not true
but you never change
White Sunday 171: Abaddonin dark and sparked glimpse we fight our fears.
moments now turn to days and decades raged,
the passions that pass into legends, tears
of the first kiss, we miss the bliss we caged
that time still holds hostage, uncertain prayers
we speak, sotto voce, we hide until
we kill the essence of dreams and nightmares
that once we shared, a birth made still and chill
in the pale pick and flaw, hearts elastic
to pull and pinch of barriers rising.
the guard is hard and stands erect to stick
fist in the air and defiantly sing
anthems of anathema and the fold
fabrics we wrap ourselves in against cold.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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