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To a CrowTo a CrowTo a Crow
And hark the midnight crow does speak, A sitting on a limb. A ghastly croak escapes his beak, That draws my eyes to him.
He waits in silence, looking 'round, And eyeballs me at last. I ask him where his troubles found, That he should cry so fast.
I tell him where I'd like to fly, His voice it rasps again. And as I walk I wonder why, No one should cry for him.
by ~Baracul
BitternessThe winding pain of Sorrow finds Me waiting in the dark. It binds me up, and with it twines The fetters of my heart.Bitterness
The bitter taste, the vile stench, They choke my throat and eyes. And I squint to find the wench Who's thwarted all my tries.
She calls out. O bitter fate! I cannot see, nor feel. And so I stumble; take the bait, I'm drawn in by the reel.
Beauty, clad in loving gown, She grabs me by the foot. She tells me there's no joy in down, But, loosens does my boot.
I look back, my eyes are cleared. I see her l
by ~Baracul
To WarI have been in a medieval re-enactment group my entire life, all seventeen years. I remember, from when I was very small, that I would sit on the sidelines of the tournaments and watch the two fighters bash away at each other, armor glinting in the sunlight. I always wanted to be one of those fighters, to be in the thick of a fight between hundreds of men, or engaged in one-on-one combat. I always wondered how much it hurt, but I know now that rattan sticks hitting metal or plastic doesn’t leave too many bruises. But not knowing how to fight properly can ruin your entire day.To War
It was my first day in melee spear, and I had already
by ~Baracul
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Pandemonium- Chapter 03Pandemonium- " Some natural tears they drop'd, but wiped them soon; The World was al before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They hand in hand with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. "Pandemonium- Chapter 03
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Chapter 3: Beatae Memoriae
This was the end.
This was the end, and he should have seen that it was useless from the beginning.
The bones of his spine cracked against the stone of a colossal pillar. He almost couldn't feel the
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Pandemonium- Chapter 02Pandemonium- " Some natural tears they drop'd, but wiped them soon; The World was al before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They hand in hand with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. "Pandemonium- Chapter 02
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Trevor slept fitfully that night.
He had awoken several times, irritated, adding to the fire and trying to clear his mind. He was too old for such nightmares. In the past, sleeping had been a different affair. A hunter could not
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Pandemonium- Chapter 01Let us draw back a moment and observe all the players in this game as they are now, frozen in time. The dramatis persona, if you will:Pandemonium- Chapter 01
Here am I, standing from a unique vantage point; able to see all, but affect nothing, watching a war rage between destiny and free will. I know the cost of each action; I can observe each event unraveling into threads and sequences that will spin themselves into history. But history is changing even as I watch; which is just as well. The future I come from is not an enviable one. Yet, from a few choice words and actions, the same threads that wove that tapestry are forming a new picture, a n
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- Current Residence: In a lonely house, but that's only when my love's not around.
- Interests: Poetry, writing in general, reading, gaming.
- Favourite movie: What dreams may come, with Robin Williams.
- Favourite band or musician: Dresden Dolls, most definitely, close runner up of Evanescence though.
- Favourite genre of music: Most anything but hard rap.
- Favourite artist: Rivka, mostly because I love to see art happening, but famous painter? That would be M.C. Escher.
- Favourite poet or writer: Terry Pratchett, hands down, bar none. He is a god among men.
- Favourite photographer: People who take shots of pretty, abstract things?
- Favourite style of art: Ursula Vernon. Thats all I need to say.
- Operating System: Windows of some sort.
- MP3 player of choice: iTunes
- Shell of choice: Ones with pretty people inside?
- Wallpaper of choice: My angsty angel tombstone of happyness.
- Skin of choice: See.. now you've gone and made me think snarky thoughts.
- Favourite game: Right now? Retros, mostly Ghouls and Goblins. Of all Time? Probably Metroid Prime.
- Favourite gaming platform: The ones that work, but anything that plays the Zelda series is happiness.
- Favourite cartoon character: Samuri Jack or Vash the Stampede.
- Personal Quote: The clash of fists, of swords, creates the hymn if the soul.
- Tools of the Trade: Pens.. I actually loath pencils with an unerring hatred.
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