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The BeastSome say that the very concept of satan comes from darker times, ages ago when the earliest humans walked the plains of africa. The hunters would all dread the time when the sun went down, and created a fire or some other source of light to huddle around. The lions and hyenas and jackals would stalk the plains by day, but by night, there was something much worse. Ancient creatures with the bulk of a bear and feline grace, the ferocity of a wolf and the speed of a cheetah. These beasts would come out at night and prey oThe Beast
by ~Slickphish
The Sage's WordsAll stones once belonged to mother earth, yet few hold even a fraction of her power.The Sage's Words
The sage’s tent held a strange aura, its air was thick with smoke and the smell of unknown, and unspeakable things. Her eyes were fixed downwards, with the kind of malefic intent owned only by the wisest of mortals, and that of the immortals. Her village and her kin looked at her with mistrust, and sometimes fear, but the chieftain, the supposed leader of the clan answered only to her. And she answered only the spirits calls.
Of course, her emaciated body was not up to the physical challenge of gathering the ingredients for her
by ~Slickphish
Winter's DawnWinter’s dawn is the hour in which demons are least mired in their passage from their world to ours.Winter's Dawn
Pudris propped himself up against a hickory stump, the chase had left him short of breath, he could feel the unseen vines and thorns of the old sage’s curse squeezing at his chest, wrapping his lungs and sapping his breathing. His own magick had been able to deflect the flow of the hunter’s arrows, and had been able to use the trees to his advantage. The silly humans thought they could catch a forest demon in the woods, even with their weak spells, they hadn’t a chance. Even now, he heard their shouts dim as t
by ~Slickphish
CradleI'm not a child, not afraid of the dark So how is it that the light of the stars still steals my heart?Cradle
If I had the power to reach those stars, I'd fly you up on them, and put you in charge.
Those stars never looked better than when reflected in your eyes. Perhaps that's where they're from? Maybe the sky is telling lies?
If I still had my luck I wouldn't leave it to chance Short paths never led to the stars
by ~Slickphish
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Sonnet Number TwoBlessed in every aspect of tone and touch, Senses ravaged in the way we collide. Eyes open, ears pricked, mouth quiver, hands clutch, Feather, a whisper, you say "at my side."Sonnet Number Two
Rolled back, exploring, the canvas, the skin, Scent like desire, a rhythm, a silence. Tease me, play me, I am your violin, Flutter, a wink, a storm in a slow dance.
Exhaling poetry, gospel, fine art, A reply in rhythm, teeth pinching neck. Condensing on walls, a pounding in heart, A qu
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69tea - putting words in a certain order to create a certain effect or say something. They say it's called poetry, but they talk a lot.
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Losing all Grip on Sanity,
One Drawing at a Time... =BeefLord-Quimplestag.
Anyway laters.
Skam Sleves.
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69tea - putting words in a certain order to create a certain effect or say something. They say it's called poetry, but they talk a lot.
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