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Even A Broken Heart Can Fly..

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The Dark-house

Featured

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The Masquerade

Dev IDs

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We Are Equals..

DevFun

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Literature

The Ghost Lantern

Here I am, my beloved, walking upon the lush green earth Surrounded by the weathered stones Lichen covered, indecipherable mementos as nature takes her toll on them I look for you, among the memories etched in stone Hidden among the choking tendrils of weeds The long grass, yellow and dead waving in the breeze In the final farewell of the exodus of souls It sits, farther from the others An outcast from the far gone, an exile among the dead The long shadows of the sycamore reach out like the hands of a lost child, Reaching out for what cannot be found Grasping, opening and closing in a balled fist of anger For fear of abandon

Dark Poetry

13 deviations
Literature

Burning Sky

 A single tree, laid bare in the winter air Stands like an old soldier who refuses to leave his post Winter is not here to stay, The white snow, pure as the feather of the dove loses what it once held dear Blackened and corrupted by a six month campaign, The crow proclaims his dominion over the melting shell of winter's hulking beast Picking at its eyes, scratching his feet upon The mouse infested carrion Hovering above, majestic clouds survey A fleeting kingdom, drifting farther and farther away As Persephone makes her return to the surface world Dust rises up from the roadside, disgruntled spirits wish to carry on With the

Poetry

11 deviations
Literature

The Unlikely Hero

Come closer, near the hearth to warm ye soul To the fire, if that is what ye desire To hear th' tale of a strange redeemer A butter knife, And a pail He had set sail to many a shore, many times A brave soul was he, A gallant knight Who dressed in fine garment of bright red, And it was said Pantaloons as white as snow Upon his feet he wore, A pair of boots of a thousand colors Of blue, yellow, and green That shone with the brightest sheen He spoke of fighting off hordes of monstrous creatures, With nothing but a pail atop his head and butter knife in hand With a single swipe, vanquishing evil from foreign lands T

Praise Poems

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Literature

Marching Orders: V.1

As the battle raged on before me, two figures approached each other amidst the horrors of war. The white figure did not wince as one of his soldiers was torn apart savagely before him, her screams echoing across the wilds like shrieking winds. As the sharp metal clang of swordplay drowned his soft foot falls. I stood upon from an adjacent hill, not far from the battle itself. While my stomach churned in disgust, the old man did not wince at the butchery before him. Even from where I was, I knew milord smiled. "Why must we fight, brother over a world we created?" asked Saradomin as he met his brother upon the field. He had put himself in d

Short Stories

2 deviations
Literature

Saga of the Dungeoneer: Part 1

Saga of the Dungeoneer Come forth ye men And face the horrors Of the darkest cavity of the Earth Come forth to prove your worth Against the monsters of the deep What waits for you in the cold corridors, Seeking to destroy you? We call for your aide, In the lowest levels Where monstrosities roam We hath sent forth our bravest warriors, each With a heart so strong, Beating in fear In anticipation For an adversary Hidden in the shadows Death awaits you, And if you are not careful He shall come and claim ye Ye men, are ye foolish enough to face the unnatural chill of the dungeon? To use what skills ye have at a

Saga of the Dungeoneer

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Even A Broken Heart Can Fly..

Sculptures and Jewelry

12 deviations
Literature

The Journeymen

Prologue: First day on the job "You ran really quickly…" said The Captain, leaning against the metal panels of the locker room. "Ugh, well, yeah, so would you if you had a T. Rex chasing after you too." The Captain chuckled, as if this was something that happened every day. "You know, you've only been a Journeyman for a few months, I'd think you'd be used to temporal jumps by now." I wasn't, being The Guardian was a pretty hard job, having to collect and protect specific moments in both time and space. It was a real time consuming job, even if you had all the time in the world. The Guardian sighed, lifting up his black fedora h

Unfinished Prose

7 deviations
Literature

Tales of Horror:Part I

To those who have inspired me to write. Also to the great horror writer Edgar Allan Poe I thank you. How the World Became Funny –Mr. Hellslies' Intro and Prologue A regular day, just like any other. Regular. Pretty funny word when you think about it, actually pretty much anything can be funny when you think about it. Everything from grotesque beheadings on CNN to the time your friend stepped on a banana peel in fourth grade. When you think like a clown, anything can be funny. Ha. 1 word, that seems to have a comical hold on your brain. Like fishhooks on meat. He ha! Fishhooks! Pretty random word to be caught laughing about, huh? Actual

ToH

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