Matteus Chapter 4 "1/1313"
-postcard and storybook elegy are songs that belong to colson over on furaffinity.
Presto - Prologue
But instead, what he had was an elegy, for a life truly gone too soon. he closed his eyes as tears began to well up again, his ears flattening in despair. how did this help? what was it all for? _and what the hell do i do now_?
Moon Glow in December
An owl's call is an elegy. a distant car horn is a mockery. the moon floats alone in pyrrhic victory.
Roselyn's Letter (Twokinds snippet)
The willows still creak the same lonely elegy, though i can hardly hear it anymore, as my ears have grown weary, along with everything else.
Chapter Four
The elegy sang of how, as defeat loomed over him, he surrendered. but this is not all the foxes knew of vulpus. it was said that, in his final hours, he had allowed many of his officials and trusted men to leave his castle via a secret passage.
Maybe All Confessional Essays Should Be Written In Blank Verse
Why, when i try, must i write mourning, loss, bereavement and the need for elegy? i write unto my husband, whom i love, and it becomes a prayer for his soul. i write unto my boyfriend. it becomes a bittersweet farewell on sunset seas.
After Midnight
\>she nods, head still buried in your shoulder, and you play back her own elegy for the rain. outside, the storm rages again. \>emily sighs deeply, faintly rocking back and forth to the music.
Ballade of Major Depressive Disorder
All that is gold must turn to gray, and plans of man must go astray, and all you weave must fray, someday and leave naught but an elegy o'er level sands to drift away where its despair may set it free.
Presto - Epilogue
Before him sat the final creation of a tumultuous evening, a pictorial summation of the extensive elegy he had written to the memory of his dear friend.
Raiyev Part 21
_ she started weeping as well, her tears a silent elegy for their fallen coworker. raiyev felt it, too: even though thomas had betrayed them and helped get them into this predicament, he at least tried to make amends at the end. he at least freed them.
Lost
Steadily louder, both became, and the wind through the grasses and rocky crags made it seem as though every stick and stone were joining in with feverish wailing to his elegy of lamentation.
Adrammalech, A Sinister Saint
"what elaborate elegy can protect the people of audacious audiences when sliced of setting and neutered of narration? i know of one that would be of use..." the fans snapped open when he finished.