The moon is out-tonight.
How sweet the smile on that innocent face, a perfect, painted picture of love and grace. the image tells a story about what the future holds, of god's love and glory as his angels also told.
The Tale of Two Hearts: Part I
In the night, i crave your touch if but in secret, i could clutch i yearn to touch your lips with mine but not until the stars align until that day, i'll keep close watch for when it can go up a notch and then you'll know a prince's love if by the grace
Ode to the dragon
Oh dragon, hold back not thine beauty from mine eyes any longer, spread thy wings for me, let me see thy grace, thy majesty, thy glory complete! though thy scales turn away the sword, they can not turn away my love for thee.
Crimson Eyes
Her voice was the whisper of a stranger, like the organ of a graceful angel. people said she was the kind of danger; and she was a lady that was baneful. her hair was the colour of a great flame; some say it was the same texture of cloth.
Forgetting
But often 'tis late to recast the past; we move on to the future hopefully; as time won't wait and we ought to be fast, let humans take all things most gracefully!
993 On Deck
He_roars,_ ferociously, turning about to lunge and stagger at her as terrowne slithers through his own portal after her with the native grace of something born in the deeper reaches of twisted space-time, tentacles extended to hold the aperture open and give
Avarin Falls, Chapter 1
Short course fur covers the body from head to toe; long hair gracefully outlines the face. naturals are most peculiar creatures...
Wild Horses
A brown and black paw extended toward the spotted dog... and was soon graced with the presence of a very, very nice business card. "oh... oh wow... this is... wait, arrow industries?"
The Year of the Dragon
He felt the wind of freedom rush down his back as he started to arc gracefully around the track.
The Furry's Burden
One to properly accentuate my taste, for lithe frame, cleverness... and grace. i wanted to be free--from a society of cheats, preachers, and smiling thieves. and to never form attachments that would later make me grieve.
Sunset Dream
Supple curves whisper of grace of passion and strength. her fur like smoke and moonlight covering muscles of rippling steel.
Den of Frost
I fear my grace is older now i fear my song is lost. upon these ears beloved long upon this den of frost. do i see you beckoning? do i hear you speak? i must confess the years alone have left me cold and weak.