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Where falls the blade? They drag him through the large, white square of pallid stones. He has the strength to walk, yet something in him refuses to let his legs move. Part of him speaks, saying he should walk triumphantly to his end, yet another voice mocks the first, inquiring, “And what is this ‘triumph’ of which you speak?” So, his feet drag, lightly on his toes as the men carry his forlorn shape. The colors are gay and lovely about him, the sun gleams brightly and the tapestries shine crimson, silver and gold with rich trimmings. He looks up, is blinded, looks down to the stone and is blinded again.Where falls the blade?
by ~Ashlehigh-Almighty
The Happily Ever AfterThere she waits Amongst the irisThe Happily Ever After
And gay narcissus Waiting for him Waiting for him
“Will he come?” Of course he will For her, he’d kill On her whim On her whim
In her bodice And bright pink lace Below a shining, youthful face Kind and slim Kind and slim
She sees a knight Upon a steed The only man she’d ever need Just she and him Just she and him
To her he rides Bright in the sun And to him she starts to run On a whim On a whim
She goes blin
by ~Ashlehigh-Almighty
Beyond the SunWhat happens when the sun dies? Will its light fade away To a black holeBeyond the Sun
Sucking Away everything, Stealing
Hope- giving Light? Or will its death signal
A new beginning Brilliant color
And new-streaming light Of an embryonic
Nebula?
What happens when the sun dies? Will it leave without Protest Shrinking Down into nothing
With a
Silent Scream of its end? Or will it
Explode Alerting all to its Demise
Making all else
Shift In unspoken
Horror?
Wh
by ~Ashlehigh-Almighty
FlowBehold the day that shines wond’rously bright, The gay spring leaves with living hues of jade The colors flee with the darkness of night Life flees with Hemera as Nyx invadesFlow
The mouse leaps happily amongst the hay But his joy is brief, like a furtive glance Semaphores of glee make him falcon’s prey
Ending his innocuous little dance There are times of ecstasy in all lives Yet the sun will sometimes give way to rain The falcon may draw his talons and dive
For no one can escape all of Life’s pains Life is a cycle of despair an
by ~Ashlehigh-Almighty
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