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ICE CROWN
Jeweled lashes twist and flail
Beneath a brow of perfect
Rimed disdain.
Dizzying in solitude
She sits atop her glacial throne,
A brittle artifact of light.
Disaster binds the ancient ones
Into a timeless frieze
Of sighs and sounds
No mortal man could ever hear,
No beating hearts confound.
See, there she is, this icebound gem,
Her shifting, arcane crystal dance
Too dangerous to be touched, yet
Wrapped in silken threads
Of fascination and delight,
Too shining to be left alone.
9/16/16
Rev. 9/23/16
Jeweled lashes twist and flail
Beneath a brow of perfect
Rimed disdain.
Dizzying in solitude
She sits atop her glacial throne,
A brittle artifact of light.
Disaster binds the ancient ones
Into a timeless frieze
Of sighs and sounds
No mortal man could ever hear,
No beating hearts confound.
See, there she is, this icebound gem,
Her shifting, arcane crystal dance
Too dangerous to be touched, yet
Wrapped in silken threads
Of fascination and delight,
Too shining to be left alone.
9/16/16
Rev. 9/23/16
Literature
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fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
Fields and Fields and Endless Fields
He looks on across sprawling fields
of futures and possibilities.
Behind him is a pin prick--the past. The
linear thing that happened.
It's there, like a root, underground,
surrounded by dirt and worms.
It's there, bursting from seed and
pressing to the surface. Always pressing
into the fields.
The past is the root. We are the tree.
The fields make up the rest.
And the fields are where the
magic happens. They're a playground of sorts.
Full of possibilities. Governed by illusions.
Ruled by nothing that can be controlled.
Dangerous and deadly and too
big to comprehend.
So he looks across them all, fields and fields and
endle
Literature
A Song of Fire and Shadows
The fire dances with the shadows
with a solemn silent beauty
And though one is warm and other cold
they seem made for one another
They lived and danced to their own rhythm
and with that, their hearts were content
To them the world was unimportant
just a spectator to the dance
Entered then the careless clouds
they just wanted to dance along
The clouds were moved by dancing beauty
and with the beauty came the tears
They cried of joy for happier times
the tears of joy seemed never ending
And yet everything must come to an end
The tears, alas, they killed the flames
Death, as we know, comes paired with sorrow
the shadows suffered great that d
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Disclaimer: Yes, I play WoW. No, this isn't specifically named after that, it's just the title that popped into my head. Although I do imagine her somewhat as a female version of Arthas.
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