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The Ogham Lines - Part OneBeitheThe Ogham Lines - Part One by TwaRavenMotifs
The Year-Wheel turns and begins anew
Bright-white birch stands spindly and askew
Bone-bare trees awaiting to leaf
From death comes again the King from beneath
A beautiful maiden stands in forests fair
Grey is her skin, fine is her hair
Delicate eyebrows upon a finely-chiseled face
Draw down as you enter this once-sacred place
Silver and withering 'neath a tumultuous gale
Winter becomes Spring, with sleet and presumptuous hail;
Never does she quiver, never does she take
A form to be envied by all that she might make.
I grow, I shine, I stand upon the rock
Where a church may rise, where a conqueror may knock
And I drink in deep the air and smoke
The above calls here, where others have broke
Blazing, burning, intoxicating the air
Herbs in wood and water make every sight most fair
Dancing, entranced, the willworkers do fumble
Scrawling down visions described in delirium's mumble
Beads for berries, beads of blood
The hardiest men drip rivers that flood
The Siren - 19The email was unexpected and frankly startling.The Siren - 19 by QuiEstInLiteris
Sandie, your dad and I are back in Moscow and we have internet. No phone yet so don’t call us we’ll call you when we’re able. Just letting you know we are going to be back home for Christmas make sure the house is clean okay? If you let any friends move in make them go away unless its Ignacio have you married him yet? When we get home I will make borscht.
Also, call the accountants make sure there is still enough for property taxes things did not go so well so we might have to find a smaller house. No worries not for a while though.
Love your mom.
Sandie regarded the computer screen first without feeling, then with a vague and nameless irritation.
“Great,” she said aloud, and she left the computer right there while she drove John to the Staghorn.
The owners of the Staghorn were not nearly as social as Mag, but they were interesting in their own way. Kelly and Kelli McMasters did not beli
A Price For Immortality"I stood painfully, alone and exhausted before the towering behemoth.A Price For Immortality by JulioCMiranda
Its latest blow had knocked me backwards towards the taunting cliffs,
forcing only a potent mixture of pride and hate to save me from toppling off of the swaying mountaintop.
The creature's eyes, swollen and inflamed, held multiple stories of my death.
They stubbornly failed to dim, ignoring its own outstanding amounts of fatigue and open wounds,
causing me to slowly, unbelievingly grasp the hopelessness of my quest.
Remembering the starving widow at the inn on the shadowed edge of Rorbrook,
toothlessly grinning while whispering in my ears the treasures of the Naias had me clench my jaws.
And raising my eyes towards the inevitable bringer of my demise, I spat and cursed.
Tickled by vigorously twirling flakes of snow,
surrounded by the frigid and sapping gusts of the Lukas,
I was trapped and defeated, a product of the fruitless enthusiasm of others before me.
There was no page from an ageless, sacred book to be found.
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