On the Mountaintop Away From the Storm
Jagged edges of all the rock edges taking photos as well as we traverse up these stair wedges we manage to make it to the top while it's still early in the morning so we stand on el morro, this mountain tall taking a break from all the mourning
Celestial Politics (A1, B2, C6)
But even though i mourn, i would _never_ wish to forget my children! i mourn for the hole you have drilled through sinopa's heart." loki sighed. "i manipulated tamamo-no-mae into taking the memories from sinopa.
199 Who Walks by Herself In The Rain
As he talks he looks mournfully at the arm he has lost, watching the rain skiff on the greased plates and run off.
In The Forest
Sometimes we just want to go somewhere and think by ourselves about mournful tragedies and that lonely spot gives us time to think about what lies afoot of a merciless nigh wake of destruction. please leave a comment and tell me what you think.
Titania's Song And Dance
My movement becoming slow and one of mourning. the rain picks up, but my song can still be heard. the rain dares not to drown the feeling, emotion, and meaning behind my words.
The Delay Only Made It Hit Harder
That feeling eventually faded as i came to the circumstances such as they were i thought i came to adapt to and accept your passing but now the emotions recur i stare now at this house to your remains and others in your generation of our family and mourn
Chicken Bones (Thursday Prompt 13/9/12)
The jaguar would mourn the loss of every person he held dear unless he left my poor wolf alone. the tip of his sword was held to my throat as i said these words.
Ragnarok - Prologue
May they invoke for me the homeless shades cast out by thankless lands for which they mourn. may they call down st. michael and st. george, who know what courage is, better than i.
The Abyss ~ (***an unfinished story*** see description)
Water poured from the sky as if the earth was mourning the great loss of a lover. one would hardly be able to stand under the thick droplets of water, even with an umbrella. they pelt you like the stones thrown long ago. fast and hard.
Crymson Fira
If it weren't for her constant visits she would have vomited a long while ago, her stomach held as she covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief trying to ignore the vile smell of the mournful, rotting bodies laid huddled in their cells and along the
Obituary Instructions
mourn me, revere me--or not, as you choose-- but as the human person that i was. an angel is a pure celestial thing too absolute and too ethereal for earthly things like woe or weariness, for home and hearth, for hunger, or for sex.
unspoken words
One day the mourning will come to an end, and we will ride into the night. onward to conquer my fears and venture out onto the lands that await, a land filled with untold wonders and reasons to laugh, resounding throughout the night.