Them
By
Will Parker
I vaguely remember the feeling of the cold, wet dew against my skin as I lie still in the vast, lush grass surrounding the manor in which I inhabit. A new feeling, foreign to me, now surrounds me in its cold, damp embrace. I now lie beneath the floorboards of a place I used to feel so cheerful and welcome in. Those old, far away memories of playing in the manor, socializing with the servants and my now deceased mother; are overtaken by painful agony and my constant heavy breathing. My imaginary friend-he didn't seem so imaginary to me-had abandoned me and left me here to die beneath the floorboards, just like the rest
The Blade of Sanguinity
Thou noblest hand divine thine blade shalt henceforth be cursed by it
For thy strongest of hearts art coerced by it
A most dreadful darkness doth reign o'er the land
Much like thine king's corrupted heart, detestable blade in hand
It hath caused the wars and turmoil of the era
Forged atop a caldera
Thy noblest of knights efforts to goest to slayeth it was for naught
Destruction and chaos only it brought
Curse thee, curse thee blade whose thirst knoweth no bounds
Curse thee, curse thee death shrill sounds
Shameful is he who toucheth thine blade that ruleth from now to infinity
For none shalt ever quench th
The Woman of Black Marsh by Acidrain35, literature
Literature
The Woman of Black Marsh
The Woman of Black Marsh
Vaguely do I remember
The decaying marsh of a late December
For it is she who lived there
Within the shack so bare
The woman of Black Marsh
A woman known to be cruel and harsh
Known by all as a witch
However none would dare tread an inch
Finding such claims laughable
I ventured out to find this woman not so affable
To the land of Black Marsh I ventured
From a town which all were indentured
The marsh was a land engulfed in dark
Not even illuminated by the moon's arc
The woman crept along at night
Nothing but a thin ray of light within her sight
For she carried a lantern you see
Posing
Them
By
Will Parker
I vaguely remember the feeling of the cold, wet dew against my skin as I lie still in the vast, lush grass surrounding the manor in which I inhabit. A new feeling, foreign to me, now surrounds me in its cold, damp embrace. I now lie beneath the floorboards of a place I used to feel so cheerful and welcome in. Those old, far away memories of playing in the manor, socializing with the servants and my now deceased mother; are overtaken by painful agony and my constant heavy breathing. My imaginary friend-he didn't seem so imaginary to me-had abandoned me and left me here to die beneath the floorboards, just like the rest
The Blade of Sanguinity
Thou noblest hand divine thine blade shalt henceforth be cursed by it
For thy strongest of hearts art coerced by it
A most dreadful darkness doth reign o'er the land
Much like thine king's corrupted heart, detestable blade in hand
It hath caused the wars and turmoil of the era
Forged atop a caldera
Thy noblest of knights efforts to goest to slayeth it was for naught
Destruction and chaos only it brought
Curse thee, curse thee blade whose thirst knoweth no bounds
Curse thee, curse thee death shrill sounds
Shameful is he who toucheth thine blade that ruleth from now to infinity
For none shalt ever quench th
The Woman of Black Marsh by Acidrain35, literature
Literature
The Woman of Black Marsh
The Woman of Black Marsh
Vaguely do I remember
The decaying marsh of a late December
For it is she who lived there
Within the shack so bare
The woman of Black Marsh
A woman known to be cruel and harsh
Known by all as a witch
However none would dare tread an inch
Finding such claims laughable
I ventured out to find this woman not so affable
To the land of Black Marsh I ventured
From a town which all were indentured
The marsh was a land engulfed in dark
Not even illuminated by the moon's arc
The woman crept along at night
Nothing but a thin ray of light within her sight
For she carried a lantern you see
Posing