Twilight Tales: Chapter 1 - Gathering Darkness
His figure was shrouded in a long black cloak, the hood drawn over his head to shroud his face from prying eyes. he stopped atop a shop's flat roof and sniffed the air, as though looking for something. "i knew it...
Together
Every dying breath i'm drawn into the fight again our home, my curse, burning for all to see a vixen surrounded by death, waiting, waiting for me it's here we stand, together forever the time is now the night comes as the sun begins to fade shrouding
The Volcano
Without strife, yet, always bringing life, evil, and good, dark and light, you are none, yet all and one, standing tall you wait, marvel, granite, slate, not living, yet ever proud, you are death, a massive shroud
Fox's Lement
The darkness would shroud me and i would fade from existance. there's no one waiting for me if i don't make it home. they all left me behind.
A Letter from My Love
#1 of war poems people often forget that soldiers are not the only casualties in war~ "a letter from my love" ~~wayne magill~~ i had a darling i loved so dearly he was brave and strong and left nothing in a shroud, but when his letter came, he
Graceful Monstrosities - medium poem
This causes a shroud of eerie uniqueness to follow in their wake. shallow burrows are for the larger ones, to pounce on their passing prey. to ease our fears these types are far and few between.
Scoundrel Story Part 2
For the moment, the otter was shrouded in darkness, but it wasn't long before the guard was going to get close enough to see him._ _ _ _that moment came when the guard made it into the side tower that contained the stairs.
Chapter Three: The Battle
Light from rapidash's flames reflected off the marble, shrouding the room in orange light. "go ninetails, show him what a fire pokemon's capable of" steve yelled throwing the ball on the field.
Slender Haiku
#1 of poetry so i wanted to make a 2 page story all made up of haikus, and i did....i hope you like it -icypaws~ deep in the forest, shrouded by the dark abyss, lays a lonely house.
A final meeting
Man with the hood came for me his knock was so soft and small in size that the very sound seemed to apologize but this was a meeting from which i couldn't hide so i just simply let him inside we sat in the living room for a while his face shrouded
The Machine
One by one, other tentacles raise, and drop their own strange parts, pulled from the haze, of smoke and exhaust, dust and dirt, which shrouds this monsters incredible girth.
Sunlight Tiger's Battle
The tiger sensing he is in danger begins to call the creatures of the day to sleep and lets darkness start to creep in, her silhouetted coat shrouding everything that the tiger does not.