To The Shrike
The painting in question is titled shrike on a withered branch.
Strength of a New Guardian
The gauntlet withers as the light from his bracers and anklets wane. immediately, he turns to look toward ent's tree. the tar is slowly melting away, leaving the tree standing, marred and withered from the rot.
Stories in Six Words
Plants withered. we starved. insulted dragons? better have fire insurance. she died, and he was lost. for sale: exotic dildo, slightly used. in darkness, their true selves revealed. wow! such memes!
Snow
Soft sheets of snow blanketed the ground of the witheringly wonderful wonderland that was his backyard. taking a timid, trembling step outside his house, his eyes pointed to the grey, great sky.
Sci-Fi Game Demo
Without room to grow, your people stagnated, technologically and culturally, and as your kind remained hidden away in the arai, slowly withering, beings developed on another world.
Autumn's Memories - short poem
As the plants finally wither, snow takes the stage, blanketing the streets with white, and icy winter days. like all of the great seasons, autumn is not just a departure, it's our renewal, and a greeting all the same.
Life-less...
Me make clear, i always loved your being as i slip into tomorrow never to be, your the purest light among the darkness i'm seeing your lips call me, for embracing of angelic emotion beyond deaths control my body won't return, my soul will wither
The Sisters of Vengeance
But you who have withered the ages you swore you would save. their rosary's strung with the sins they will carve on your grave. if no one else hears or remembers the cries of the slave they will count the injustices.
Waves
You towered over the ocean - not a prince, like the charmed ones from the childhood tales, but more - a king, who by royal decree had commanded the heavens to part up up the clouds went ever onwards and though i ran alone you watched waited - withered
Sadness
"almost over," you say to yourself, "soon there will be no more pain," but it only sneers at you and as you lie on the bottom of it you find that despite how much you want it, how much you wish to just curl up and wither away it won't let you.
The Rose
They finally leave me to be my blood leaving a stain of pain and sorrow i stand once more to try and carry on i look down on the ground and i see a red rose i pick up the rose and i start to see in the horizon more roses on the ground but they are withered
Colder than Snow, Warmer than Fur
._ _as i sit upon the snow that_ _surrounds your old, withered tombstone,_ _our memories chill my sad heart_ _more than nature's worst cold. alone_ _we are. just you and me. you are_ _my light in times of dark, you know?