Fallen Angels, Part one (Prologue)

So cold. " "can you tell us about the prayer?" "prayer?" "the words, the secret incantation you use to summon the... gods?" abdul laughed. at first, it was only a slight giggle.

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A Silent Soul- Chapter 2

Remembering the story from this morning, i sent the prayer that i had been saving since dinner before crawling under the covers and drifting into dreamland. * * * ##### whelp, that's a wrap!

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For him

As when i go they are full of sadness i love your name- so suitable for mine i love your heart- so warm in the cold night you came to see me, though we have never ment to be i said i didn't want you to stay but in my soul you hear my prayer

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Make Me Like An Irishman

#1 of poetry a tribute to the irish and a prayer to god. lord, make me like the irishmen, let my reasons here be told: passion to the irishman be worth more than a pot of gold.

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Cave God

In me you pour your prayers your fears as you store meat in your clay pots. i am your bear-lion-god. i am dead things. empty space. and power. what do we make next?

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Ageing

Knowing the blessing of a mother's prayer.

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The girl I knew.

She couldn't clasp her hands, as if in the form of prayer. she couldn't understand, why she was in a wheelchair. she never showed her fears, or let you hear her cries. she never showed the tears, that fell down from her eyes.

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Driven to Thirst

"i know," aria said, withdrawing her paws from their prayer-like formation. putting them on the edges of the table. gripping the edges of the table. "i know that you are untrustworthy.

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Farewell, My Son.

My thoughts and prayers go out to you. may god allow you one day to return, until then for your face my heart will yearn.

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When I Was Young...

But in my madness, and still, in my sadness, there's something i cling to with hope and a prayer that one day i'll find it, or worse, leave behind it, but still it remains like the chains that bind it to me...

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"Life"

When i was a younger dragon (for i'm not yet old), the headmaster of my school had a favourite prayer, that of st ignatius loyola. this is written in tribute to him and to the words of the saint.

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Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 66

He was lightly rocking back and forth, muttering prayer after prayer beneath his breath. in his hands he held a small leather pouch, crumpled and frayed with use.

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