After the BattleThe frozen earth cracked beneath me as I strode; long strides, the strides of a man of true purpose. I looked about me at the calamitous aftermath of battle, and my brow furrowed with deliberate irritation. It had been a long and tiring melee that had taken much of the morning to complete. The reward had been the view I saw now before me; thousands of broken and dismembered barbarian corpses, and those of the war pigs they rode. I myself had killed at least seven hundred of the savages, and enjoyed every bloody death. The ice covered ground was stained pink, as fetching as the blush of aAfter the Battle
Half of a shadowHalf of a shadowHalf of a shadow
My master stood in wait in the minor hall, leant against a sturdy table. His chin was raised high and his chest pressed outward. At this distance, in the sparse light of the hall he was a shadowy silhouette, a promise of things to come. I reached my closet and removed my tools, while looking for me gloves I heard the main doors of the hall open, and the steps of the vizier as he entered. I decided to take a better look at Lord Maximus.
In the light that burst through the doorway, his form interrupted the rays, producing insignia of bronze and ivory tones of skin, altogether wound to an image of a man
Maximus dwindlingI wake on a moonlit shore, my heart beating with the eb of the tide. I slowly look to the moon who reluctantly bears his light from a storm of darkness. A tear, a crystaline approximation of my yearning for truth, descends. I want, nay I need to see the light behind the light.Maximus dwindling
I turn to Septimus, legs astride I proclaim "the moon is as heart, it waxes and wanes with the passing of time, but it can only hope to reflect the pure light of sun"
Septimus turned, "such grave words from a man of tremendous might are a blessing to my humble ears." "Would that I were the moon, so that my loving earth may shield me from that u
Dr. House
Hugh LaurieMaelstromFracture. Implode. Shatter. Mirror shards swirl and seethe As scorched earth Boils my disposition Into cracked precipices Of underdeveloped control Lost to the lure of the melodramatic Where lies choke The eye of the storm Which breaks with asteroids Of reflective crystal Splintered and cut To match the whirlwind Of sharp edges Revolving in a halo around my head around her around his around your body Waiting to pounce With glass jaws Sucking in water From the hurricane That bringMaelstrom
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(Sorry it's so late haha I've been away from Deviantart for several months! Just catching up.)
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"...Standing in this bright light
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you...
You should never be lonely..."
Counting Crows - Mr. Jones
(Sorry it's so late haha I've been away from Deviantart for several months! Just catching up.)
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"...Standing in this bright light
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you...
You should never be lonely..."
Counting Crows - Mr. Jones
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light ~ Dylan Thomas
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I do not kill myself off in my writings...just others.
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