Toothless' Transformation : Chapter 1
But nothing about that seemed like a sickness to him. of course, one thought was around his mind : the dragon was in rut. but that wasn't a sickness. « well, to me it's obvious what's going on. heh.
Lost
"_ in a broken, sickly way, he was even grateful to the creature. the world had left his soul in painful tatters, gouged, gaping, filled with a raw, hollow aching.
Soul's Back Story
War, famine, drought and sickness ravaged the land for 50 years until a wise gryphon rose and took the crown; for the old owl king had died from sickness, and having no children, left the throne empty.
Saga of the Dark Skald - The Guilder.
He felt the blast of hot air that preceded the sickly magical fireball before it set him ablaze and incinerated his existence.
I Will Never Let Go
These days pass by so quickly and all of these feelings are leaving me feeling sickly three years seems just to far away but my faith will never sway.
Play On
I sing in a voice weakened by shouting, a voice weakened by hunger, by tears, by sickness; hear my song; i shall sing in spite of these.
The hollow song...Immersed
No heart, no void, no need to swallow...the sickness is passed, for your kind to follow. your flesh we rend, remake, rebind...fill your heart, your soul, your mind.
Mom's Animal Love
Animals are family of another species, love and care for them like they are your own, i tend to them in sickness so they don't fall to pieces, victorious as their doctor, they go back to the wilds alone, every creature needs help sometime, someday,
Incarnate
With your mother's sickness hiding in your veins, and my own sickness also within you; i honestly don't know why you haven't died yet." i swallowed. "darc took those flaws from me father; it was when he first showed himself to me.
A Heart's Vow
#17 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/16/in-sickness-and-in-health/ without you, i would not be this far it is you that is my shining star always there and ever true you are what has helped me through i would
For Dwale
Beneath that evening's breeze the sickly sweet and brazen scent of countless flow'rs awoke inside of you a darkened sleep of dreams dug deeper than the soil. oh, we are waking minds who missed that scent!
Poem #68: The Sound
_the sound_ the sound of ravaging time pins me beneath a blanket of honey; i drown under the sickly-sweet smell of truth, lies, and defeat.