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Oh, take me to the sithen,with small key in hand,take me to the dreamland.Under hill and glen.To Faerie, we must go, poet, bard, and the like.For toni..
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A cry is heard in the desert
night.
I am calmed, now wandering lost.
Weary of the hills which bore me.
I will replace this face with one..
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Drawn to a spirit well, of lost souls,Decaying on the jovial vine.No heartbeat to keep me this time.A homeless soul,begging for a thought in time.Gone..
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I am the gatekeeper, to the Other realm.
A foundling, scarred by her own pen,
Ink now embedded in skin.
Fair of face and light of eye,
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We were lost,leaving a trail of words, our bread crumbs.Oh, we have seen the death, held inside a malevolent eye.Our desires, begin and compromise.We ..
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A voice which rings within me,causing me to move, with dancingchords from the banjo of a foreign land.Oh, to walk on those foreign sands, that myances..
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Hear the forest grow around you.Like memories cut by seams.This was your dream,to live an to breathe lost in your hills.But you are alone now,the man ..
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I'm on a faerie kick right now, expect short stories soon.
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This is a piece I wrote when I was fifteen, and taking a mythology class in high school. The class had a profound impact on me. Poe also influenced me..
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I need an out, something thatwill stop this catastrophe.If I had a time machine, I would have stopped us from ever meeting.Stopped that first kiss, an..
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