Dragon Haiku: Storms of Old
Screeching into towns gral the imposing could spray more lightning than this trifle of a storm homes floated away in the aftermath of oun the bringer of floods time makes memory fuzzy and so man gets complacent fearing simple rain they lament
Moving On
lamenting, weeping, burying my pain in the dead of night...?" he sighed, lowering his head to see his pained reflection. "this... this is when it hurts the most. no one around. no one here.
26 Dark
Footsteps snapped you out of your lament. you shouted into the darkness, which made the footsteps stop. "do you trust me?" a soft, soprano voice asked. you nodded, without realizing you couldn't be seen by anything without dark vision.
The Lake
I heard the hoarse call of the blackbirds already starting their laments.
Crestfallen (Poem)
It was my fault, and i wrote it the day after as a lamentation and perhaps even a penance of sorts. we've since sorted things out.
Dysfunctia
The lament of the naturally-born... and weak. jericho's walls have withstood the pre-prescribed treatment... shut out and buried, weary and miserable strides through the dark of deplorable summers and long frozen winters depression... insecurity...
Living With Yourself
I lamented. - yeah, i know that feeling. tell you what, i think there's a spell that you should try out. - spell? what are you talking about pierce? - something that i think for sure can help you in your quest.
Gemini – Chapter 9: Greed (Part 1)
lamented spike, "(sigh) i didn't know being this way would be so difficult." clover could hear the distress in the dragon's voice and immediately tried to console the poor soul and embraced him.
Mewfour's Christmas Carol
And so their conversation ended, and mew sighed with lament this year, there was to be no celebration or soul-searching event focusing on their journey, she prayed that she would be blessed with at least one more happy christmas before her eternal rest
Red Moon Rises
In that moment, she lamented her curiosity and sins. remembering all her lessons at modesty, piety, and suppression, she now wished she followed rather than scoffed off.
A Bronze Rising: Scenting
The gist of the creature's lament was: "p-please don't eat me." i rolled my eyes and tried to speak slowly so that it would understand. "if i'd wanted to eat you, i'd have done it on the way over here."
The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 4, Part 2
_ his emerald-green eyes never missed any details and while they couldn't see into one's soul, they were better than any lie detector, much to the lament of his sons. "hello boys," he said.