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The chains cast a silver cut across the stone floor. His eyes catching every detail of the horrible hand made thing. His people had enslaved him, take..
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The door creaked. My lover, my dearest friend, had returned to me. His skin was warm to the touch as he came to me. I knew it then, like i know it now..
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Copyright: Kelcey Winn
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Slowly her fingers tap against the white stones
Heaven is awaiting
She runs her gaze across the tiled floor
Now red from her blood
The calamities,..
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I soiled this already bloodied gun.
Her blood it stains my dress, my skin, and everything.
Her eyes they stare,
watching me even through the d..
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Thanks to PiperWeasly24 on the-dark-arts for the wonderful chapter images.
its just a point of view during the time between two of my books. Enjoy
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weeping mother earth,
poor daughter of sin,
kindling her sodden kin,
can sanity save them all,
the hateful young ones.
when the sun goes col..
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Her voice resides
Across these soundless, timeless lands
Listen to the sound of the sea as she bellows below rocky knees
Painless screams as her ..
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The frost,
it bites,
his battered tongue,
it lashes out against his skin and breaks it in.
Making his world blaken then.
And in the end they ..
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In this quiet place She will dance
Watching as the water falls into place
Hearing the forest chime in
In this clearing stands a queen
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