Gates to Misery CH: 4
mourning came again and swanna came up with fresh food. she didn't say anything this time. she placed the food on the table, looked at me for a few seconds and left.she must have figured out that talking to me wasn't going to help.
Unstable Future - Epilogue
Most of them thought it was just me mourning larry's death. it was today, three years ago, that we had first met. i was one of few that knew what was really happening.
When Dragons Go to War
For mothers mourn and fathers call, when good dragons have been at war. the battle is won, but at what cost? when good dragons have been at war._
Make Me Like An Irishman
As he falls to the ground and weeps, for maiden fair and young, let me mourn for eden lost, and join his tearful song.
Lost My Empathy
I have lost my empathy, death no longer bothers me, maybe am blind i could never see, you mourn and pity them, why are the deaths of men, a bad thing? always wanting life, in this world of strife, what is it i'm missing?
Dark transformation
With a long mournful howl he collapses on his hands and knees as two wings rip out of his back one so black it feels as if your soul is being torn out pf your body the other such a pure white it shines in the darkness.
Sentinel
Or should i be mourning? and when will i not have to wonder? we wait for what, in this life we have, your instincts, your gut, are they good or bad?
A Fatal Game 8 - The First Child
The once-mournful apparition waddled towards them, eyes now dry with a tired look upon its young face.
prologue to the Night Shade
_no,_ she thought _there would be time for mourning later now she must do her job; she must kill._ the moon was full, but elena still grabbed her crystal necklace as she strode from her study
Wolf's Howl
The desire to protect those yet unborn and mourning for those left behind. listen to the wolf's howl and hear the sound of freedom.
Lost Love
Another scar, though not so deep a handful of good memories that i can keep this marks thrice, my heart's been shorn and i need some time, to quietly mourn.
For These Things I Cry
The luster in her cheeks paled, from mourning night and day. with no one to console her loss, nor shoulder for support - what happened to the sweet city, where in the fairest slept? yet a cesspool it has become, a place to loathe and hate.