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Inky Suns
Why do we make our inky suns smile?
At the youngest age we draw those
Shiny grins and sunglasses
but this is a lie
The sun does not smile,
Nor does he frown
He merely stares
Stares at we specks below
And he wears no shades to dim his gaze
Just the same is his sister the, moon
Though her gaze is softer for some
The only thing to dull their vision
Are the misty men and women
Who, lifting their gray gowns
Tread a slow and stately procession across the sky
But alas they must also obscure the sight of the stars
Peering through their long silver telescopes
To look upon us, and others
Who catch their eyes
Such is the nature of the Sky folk
Elegant and aloof
Gazing down
And always apart
Fin.
Why do we make our inky suns smile?
At the youngest age we draw those
Shiny grins and sunglasses
but this is a lie
The sun does not smile,
Nor does he frown
He merely stares
Stares at we specks below
And he wears no shades to dim his gaze
Just the same is his sister the, moon
Though her gaze is softer for some
The only thing to dull their vision
Are the misty men and women
Who, lifting their gray gowns
Tread a slow and stately procession across the sky
But alas they must also obscure the sight of the stars
Peering through their long silver telescopes
To look upon us, and others
Who catch their eyes
Such is the nature of the Sky folk
Elegant and aloof
Gazing down
And always apart
Fin.
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BLOOD MOON
The Good Knight Moon swooped down and perched himself on the throbbing, crimson branch of a TrueHeart tree. It was the disturbance the High Lords felt from the Sacred Forest of Soban that Sir. Moon had originally set out to handle.
Down in a clearing an exceptionally beautiful young girl was kneeling by a tree, seeming to be content examining its partly exposed roots. But despite her golden hair, pale skin, and breathtaking violet eyes; what made Moon's heart almost stop was the large, deep red circle drawn on the ancient stone stage in the center of the clearing. Inside the circe were structures drawn of the same chalk, that Moo
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Lost Enchantress
A fiery young woman comes to me at night, to haunt my dreams.
She is a finely sculpted creature, not unlike the ancient beauties of eras long since gone—proportioned of generously carved marble. Her hips swing in a fashion you might only begin to describe as unbearably sly, and enticing. As she walks into my life again—in the only way she still can—my soul aches with regret.
As she speaks, enchanting echoes form a most divine song, from the lips of a charming young siren. Her voice was as pleasing as all the rest. Oh, and what charm I had missed, from this maiden.
It's almost impossible to believe now, but she used to be mine.
So muc
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Blue kind of green
Sporting a green dress
Against a green screen,
Wrestling with the cobalt of a heart,
a full grown orphan of a woman.
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