The Forest

The forest is a special place, particularly when the moon is fullest... an art/story commission for https://twitter.com/bastardkinning!

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Forest

I loved the forest and the forest loved me.

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In The Forest

Things have gone a bit mad, i'll cry no more, i guess i'll have to hide, in the forest. in the forest. i think i found a spot, to be alone. in the forest.

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The Forest

As darkness falls so do I With its cold hands It surrounds me The only thing Keeping them away From tooth and fang Is the fire That burns even In rain As you see with the naked eye You could blink and die With all its beauty And...

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The hill

Have you ever wanted? Wanted for things to be the way they were back then? It's a feeling I can't shake, a need for a time that's past. A need for something half remembered. A birthday on the veranda, in a house you once lived in. A fortress made of...

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The hollow song...Immersed

Unleashed your feelings, now their gone...no soul, no hole, no need for song. Together we hope for our salvation...you were the ones to leave destruction. Yours eyes we took, we took from thee...enforce the peace, and now we shape to suit our needs. No...

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Safe No more

Haven once, but now no more...This place you once would have adored...Sadness is too small a word...Laughter now cannot be heard...I hate for all that has been done...We fought this war we never won...The rage so red just grew inside...I cried the red,...

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Abstraction... Immersed

A young earth waits upon your call...Time flows on, you lie to all...The lies are new, none heard before...which mind remembers never more...All this place is, is pain...Doubts grow like a growing stain...In the dark no voice will sound...reflect,...

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Dream long, Dream Lost

Dream Long, Dream Lost I dreamed of a tree And the tree was good And the sky was red With all the things that should. You turn around and go the Other way To the forlorn place where The dead ones lay. For the truth of the world Is repeated...

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North

North The gas lamps they flicker, While fur men drink liquor All colour gone All life stays still as a blizzard draws near. The wind whispers lies A low piercing cry Cold men by the fire Their need is dire Dead man smiles a chill, frozen...

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The Highborn

The Highborn The truth of all is small to some Head a 'tilted, shoulders a 'splay. The hardship of most is lost on this host Soft hands, Cold laughter Resound and reflect forever, Hereafter. Why should we wait, to accept our fate? Hands from...

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The twining roses

**This is my first attempt at poetry. Please give me some constructive criticism and comments. Thanks and enjoy :3** **The twinning roses.** The moon is full and flying high It sails, careens in quiet sky Twining roses on the wall Shine...

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