Red the Rose (Poem)
Red the Rose By Brett Red, red, red the blood Running down the rose. Bouquets of candy- pink and white In doilied mason jars repose. Outside the hoary petals fall Into the stony bottomed mere And paint a picture on the lake, Whitewashed by...
Towers
# **Towers** **By Keskron** When discontent, I climb the towers that stand in my backyard. Despite the scratches scattered 'mongst my arms and maple sap seeping into my skin, I take refuge in the nests of a thousand coniferous needles spreading...
Chapter 4: The Voice
Some of the wolves nearer to the forest border have described to me that they have heard strange howls and calls coming from within the forest and have seen large, hulking shapes between the trees.
A Dolomite Verse
Another old poem from High School. I got the idea from looking at a picture from my favorite calendar series, "Windows to the World" or something like that, by a couple named Scanlan. It's a picture of the Dolomite mountains in Italy. I...
Marne's Mental Madness
The cat's voice rode on the wind, fading in and out as marne wove in and out of the trees. approaching the grand castle, the weeping trees slowly disappeared to give way to gorgeous cherry trees with serene faces upon their bark.
The Saga of Fidonhaal - Daughters of the East - Preview 3
Virgaard then pointed randomly at a large tree at the edge of the clearing. "there could be nothing behind that tree over there," he continued, "or anything. a deer, perhaps, but then again, perhaps a qualakar or some other monster. who knows?
The Willow: Story One
The weeping willow that stood before her, despite being shorter than the trees that surrounded it, seemed to exude a presence that dwarfed them all.
[Commission] Worlds Apart
Strange how much more ominous those trees looked from down here. suddenly the forest wasn't full of mystery and adventure, it was full of lurking danger and fear.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 41: Separation
I'd made it up into a tree, growling and glaring at the groaning zombies. only the wolf reached for me now. it's eyes glowed in my direction. it's eagerness to get to me showed in the tree trunk's claw-marks. the tree was clawed, scarred.
Civilized Nature
**Tanka No. 1 (Spring)** myriad birds perching in radiant hues celestial -- whistling in the leaves the melancholic music of the old depressed flautist **Tanka No. 2 (Summer)** burrowing hornets emerge in heated morning -- the shedding of...
The Call of the Ancients
Then when getting to the tree he touched it and the tree and rubble vibrated moving itself away and back together piece by piece.
Maalum (Epilogue)
Maalum joins the lion guard every day to help them keeping the peace in the tree of life. from time to time, he also helps the night pride. every day, maalum likes to climb a mountain to watch the sunset.