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Skirted crux still tyrant loom
A wash to cleanse the earthen peat
Cling deadened neat as twining doom
Dancing rose in gallows hang
A fealty prayed with whispering
And sing come severed tolling rang
Rocky shoal conspired to dale
A task impartial of its bars
To let its mars cascade to pale
Fingers in a holding stance
The text invite a deceased mind
To share the kind of dying chance
Dress in sequence has no threads
And blended ties sway with the lines
As does the fine and roughened bled
Sombre on the bruising cheeks
Flush see its waters cast away
To ending day the noose will seek
A flower floating on a tide
Have weakness for its will to leave
Believe it made its choice to die
Crown gone weightless burden passed
And rule and regulations give
The ceaseless last to let one live
Wounds unhealed fresh as eyes
See existence for all its bears
And share the moment left behind
Outside on the cusp still one
Impacted in a shifting cloth
End willing done to send one off
Arms fallen in flesh of age
Stained colourless as history
Let be there when they turn their page
Endless symbol show no veins
Nor understanding imprinting
As differences bring other names
Along the capsule self-contained
A garden fed wholly on ink
Of blinking groves of what remained
A wash to cleanse the earthen peat
Cling deadened neat as twining doom
Dancing rose in gallows hang
A fealty prayed with whispering
And sing come severed tolling rang
Rocky shoal conspired to dale
A task impartial of its bars
To let its mars cascade to pale
Fingers in a holding stance
The text invite a deceased mind
To share the kind of dying chance
Dress in sequence has no threads
And blended ties sway with the lines
As does the fine and roughened bled
Sombre on the bruising cheeks
Flush see its waters cast away
To ending day the noose will seek
A flower floating on a tide
Have weakness for its will to leave
Believe it made its choice to die
Crown gone weightless burden passed
And rule and regulations give
The ceaseless last to let one live
Wounds unhealed fresh as eyes
See existence for all its bears
And share the moment left behind
Outside on the cusp still one
Impacted in a shifting cloth
End willing done to send one off
Arms fallen in flesh of age
Stained colourless as history
Let be there when they turn their page
Endless symbol show no veins
Nor understanding imprinting
As differences bring other names
Along the capsule self-contained
A garden fed wholly on ink
Of blinking groves of what remained
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Arlon and Liliana's Christmas Carol (Part 2)
A Visit From The Couple As the heavy wooden door to his room creaked shut behind him, Jude's anger continued to smoulder within him, refusing to dissipate. Collapsing onto his bed with a frustrated sigh, his mind became a chaotic storm of conflicting emotions. The unexpected encounter with Arlon and Liliana had rattled him far more deeply than he was willing to acknowledge. In an attempt to find solace and clarity, he lay there, fixating on the ceiling above. As he stared at the ever-shifting patterns, memories of past encounters with Arlon and Liliana came flooding back. Their laughter, their touch, their shared secrets - all seemed like distant echoes in his troubled mind. How had everything gotten so complicated? Just as exhaustion was about to consume him completely, a mysterious glow appeared outside his window, catching his attention and drawing him out of his reverie. In awe, he watched as the radiant light slowly illuminated the darkness. His heart started pounding
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Fathers
The fate of fathers To fall, rise and toil hard So that they do not
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Chapter 49: The Way Home (The North Wind)
The spinning in Arven's head returned. He sat on the bank's rocks and buried it in his palms. Penny and Miraidon came within reach of him. "What's wrong, Ven?" Penny asked. "My head," he complained. He couldn't remember if he hit it when Miraidon tossed him into Casseroya. What he felt was most likely the Poison Powder. Penny hesitated, but she patted Arven's back. "Why don't we rest a bit?" "No!" Arven instantly looked up. "We can't, Pen-Pen. Sada cannot hold Dad off for long. Celebi said so. We need to get back to Nemona and Scarlet, too. We have to find Celebi's friend right now." He put his weight on Penny's hands and used them to help him stand. Arven swayed. Luckily, Penny caught him. "Here, let me help you to Miraidon." On their way to him, she included, "Do you think Celebi's friend is a Pokémon?" Her hips danced because she tried avoiding Tatsugiri, who bounced between her legs. They drew Arven in, those perfect, round
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Originally written on November 21, 2014. Forty second poem for the Hundred Theme Challenge by The-Poetry-Cafe. I write stuff: sometimes that stuff gets read by people, and even rarer, sometimes those people enjoy it.
Challenge information: the-poetry-cafe.deviantart.com
Theme: Standing still.
Challenge information: the-poetry-cafe.deviantart.com
Theme: Standing still.
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