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The Girl And Her Wyrm

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"The Castle was gigantic. 

Expansive, was it's wide thrust,

filled with cracks, crevices and uneven bricks

pock-marked with mortar turning to dust.

 

Inside the deep recess

was a dormant terror,

up in it's highest tower,

a princess lived, none fairer. 

 

But both were locked up,

the furnace inside the gargantuan beast

kept the Castle warm,

the ovens hot, promoting many a feast. 

 

But lest the monster

breaks its shackles!

As once had happened before,

the quest none could tackle.

 

Knight after knight

fell to the flame,

the winged lizard licking tongues

of fire all about, untamed. 

 

Many an arrow was shot

from hunters brave, 

but no purchase for any arrow

was, by the monster hide, gave. 

 

Spear was no better,

having been thrown hard and true,

but not a single mighty heft

would force a metal tip through.

 

Then one day,

the princess who lived above,

just asked, 'give me a chance!',

but her father would allow no tug.

 

So that night,

while the great serpent ravaged the land,

she scaled down her tall tower

with the most daring plan.

 

She crept along the meadow,

in the cold of the moonlit night,

and up the the snoozing beast

she stomped her boot with all her might.

 

The beast sprung up,

startled awake by such a petite thing,

but before he bellowed flame,

she started to sing.

 

Sweetly, softly, 

she sang out her heart,

and through spirit, ripped hers out,

and handed it over, so that they'd never be apart.

 

Since then,

the two remain locked up with no regret.

The land has since healed.

But many don't forget.

 

Of the Girl and her Wyrm,

the star-crossed lovers never meant to be.

And how through love and song

she saved all the eye could ever see."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mighty verus Meek. I've learned time and again to not underestimate those of small build; their characters are so often bigger than most.

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A tale of souls

Wandering Soul, lost in sea

Hiding from its shadow, seeking to be free

 

Hopeless Soul, sinking in abyss

Crawling and slithering, out of the darkness

 

Weeping Soul, singing to the sky

Yearning to escape but despaired that it can't fly

 

Broken Soul, wrapped in chains

Breaking on through, only to perish in flames

 

Withering Soul, drowning in fear

Seeking redemption as the angels appear

 

 

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Alienate Beloved

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Poetry

There is a silence in the world

Since we didn't said farewell;

And your beauty with an alien speech

An alien tale would tell.

 

There is silence in the world,

Which is not peace nor quiet:

Nyarlathotep; a golden heart

Ever I seek to flee therefrom,

While I belong with Thee,

And walk the ways of the riot.

 

But when I hear the music moan

In rooms of thronging laughter,

A serpent-tongued Demon drives me forth,

And silence follows after.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem for Nyarlathotep.