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Speak to me of magic
using ancient words
the earth shatters
in high places
leaving just
bits and traces
of dust left on the page.
Holding out a bloody sword
feeling like you've lived too long
with no enemy to point it toward
days slowly tear your soul
as if the constellations
lead to dark places
like a friend.
using ancient words
the earth shatters
in high places
leaving just
bits and traces
of dust left on the page.
Holding out a bloody sword
feeling like you've lived too long
with no enemy to point it toward
days slowly tear your soul
as if the constellations
lead to dark places
like a friend.
Literature
The Moon Holds Magic
The promise, the touch, the taste
of something wondrous and rare,
of something -more- than the norm.
I dance on the edge
of normal reality
and the unknown.
Light sparkles about me,
wrapped in the glow.
A whole wide world ahead of me,
changed so much from
how it looks in the stark daylight.
All the sharp edges, softened,
all the sharp colors, muted.
Everything gentler, and yet
seeming more solid.
Everything seems so different,
under the light of a full moon.
I feel like a fairy princess,
bathed in the cool glow.
As the moon smiles down at me,
I almost feel as if this night
were just for me...
And so I sway to mu
Literature
Good Bye
It still seems so hard for me to believe.
It's been almost a decade and an half,
a fortnight, only in years, rather than days.
Since I last heard your laugh,
last saw your smile.
Sharp humor, and a sharper tongue.
A heart of gold in a steel package.
My idol, who I so desperately wanted to please,
and so unerringly seemed to fail.
The adventurous one, the brash woman.
You never seemed to know fear,
you hid your sorrows well.
I only ever witnessed your joy,
your anger and your disappointment.
I didn't get to see you that one last time.
I never got to say goodbye, or that I loved you.
There were merely pictures and a
Literature
The Warrior's Quandy
I hear the drums, the chanting,
far behind me, near the camp.
I sit alone, under Grandmother Moon.
I need to think.
Which path is right?
Which path is wrong?
Will we, the First People,
regret this way we forge?
The elders counsel waiting,
the younger feel the flames of war,
they hear the call of the drums.
The white devils make many promises,
but the only ones they keep involve violence.
So many of our people, not just warriors,
woman and children, slain as well,
left to rot, lost to history.
We've been driven from our lands,
so many times,
uprooted from our past.
What will the future hold?
Will our ways die?
Our
I've been reading too much Fantasy 
Actually, this was written for one of my pictures of the same name
Thank you for looking reading and commenting
Actually, this was written for one of my pictures of the same name
Thank you for looking reading and commenting
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Please read more Fantasy?
I truly Loved this.
I truly Loved this.