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The GirlBirthed by two rains, one fresh, and one cold, the youngling was discovered by the watch of the old.

A prodigy she was, with her clear-rounded eyes, she viewed souls as gems without shades of wise.

After comprehending such hopelessness and foolishness within all, her soul inflamed and compelled them to fall.

One by one they tumbled down, their pleads unheard for they were without a sound.

Their flesh melted quickly and their souls vanished fast, there was nevermore a sound coming from them, at last.

And once the suffering and screams finally ceased, the girl disappeared for now all was at peace.
The BowThe clock has stuck twelve, my departure is now, I must bid you farewell, it's time for my bow.

My life is a show, the curtains now shredded, the stage collapsed, and the cast beheaded.

The crowd loudly shrieks and roars at my lines, they find them paltry and without "proper rhymes."

They cease to find beauty in my works of art, all their eyes see is a grievous heart.

And as I utter my final words, all falls silent and my soul swiftly bows.
HerBeneath twisted vines of exceptional lies, exists a simplistic immortal who dares not speak.

Her covered eyes release an echo, one that frightens and silences the weak.

And why dost thou hide from her in the clouds, is it to bypass her howls and shrieks?

Is your fear that condensed, must you avoid her being, or are you simply one of the weak?

It does not matter, not anymore, for her immortality is dominance; thou art no more.
The Maiden of MorbidityAshen hair woven by shadows, pure white skin born from blood, the maiden of morbidity has at last awakened from the Hellish pits of forgotten mud.

Her grace shall dance along with the wind, stealing the breaths from those who have sinned.

Binding their intestines within their throats, leaving them to drown within the moats.

Such chaos shall reign upon the fools, stripping them of intelligence and "honest rules."

And once her job is at last complete, she shall dine upon fresh human meat.
The Moonlit RiverDown the moonlit river, I sail with my soul alone.

The glimmering water dances across my paddle, it sings to me songs of the unknown.

Ten shimmering fish swim by, their fins forged of gems and jewels from the night sky.

Silver trees on either side, their ethereal leaves whisper and glide.

Glistening waterfalls ripple into place, across my canoe their translucent lines trace.

Forevermore I shall sail this stream, never will I awaken from this ethereal dream.
The CasketWintery waters and shadowy stones, glowing crystals lie beneath the bones.

A casket buried within the seas, it remains to be sealed by the elder trees.

Latched thrice and blessed fourteen, it shall never come undone and flee.

Contained within are the lost scrolls; bones from ancients, and Elvish Drones.

Secretive notes from kingdoms past, blood-stained and un-opened for they were always shipped last.

Forgotten orphans and blinded wise, their souls and fingers buried inside.

And thou shall soon be kept within, for your soul is prideful and your time is slim.
HumansHumans

Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.

They do not care if you happen to die.

Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.

They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.

As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.

A brain that allows them to simply stain.

Stain the planets who were deemed sane.

Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.
AnorexiaSuch a frail being I am, witness my ribs bulge through my skin, I must prevent all the fattening meals or I shall become a massive sin.

Gluttony is my tormentor, from it I run afar, to distant lands of emptiness, lands of thinness, lands of star.

Without meals they remain there, so content and filled with glee, I aim to travel to that land, far beyond the normal sea.

Though alas I am chained to suffer here, to eat processed and vile courses, I simply ask for a map of guidance, one to help me reach those sources.
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.

They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.

So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.

Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.

Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.

We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.

Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.

Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.

Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.

Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.

Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
Such a Peculiar PoemFeast upon the frozen dead, find yourself filling with dread.

Emotionless specularity, nothing more was ever said.

Elimination is key to the time, devour your face within your mind.

And from the forgetfulness comes a sliver of rhyme, damn the rest and seek the mime.

The mime who crossed the Gate of Lions, the mime who walked the Edge of Time.

The mime that danced to the rhythm of Gods, the mime that stepped between the lines.

Seek him out in the blank squares, he prepares vessels and broken hairs.

And when you see him say to his face, "Darling, your mind is space."
The Dead CrowThe dead crow flies across the plentiful white grass.

Its decaying wings echo through the broken shards of glass.

Glass that was from windows and a shattered heart, one that could never be repaired, nor ever torn apart.

The crow glances down but doesn't care, for his soul and heart rest within the air.
The DollOn a calm June day, with the morning in sight, a soul was born to cast out the light.

This soul was a doll, one born of a gift, with fair skin and eyes that would secretly drift.

Such silken hair draped upon her head, its texture would guide the path of the dead.

Soulless beings at her every command, the doll sent them forth to claim the human's land.

So many she stained, so many she slaughtered, alas they're now plants that must always be watered.
The CrowBirthed before the white flames of snow, is a crow of intellect with a darkened glow.

A glow from the shadows, deathly and grey, it dwells within souls of the crow's mindless prey.

Such blood-filled specimens without a clue or a light, they wander the deep oceans without knowledge of fright.

Dimensions of fear drown their pitiful eyes, the crow only watches them from above the black skies.

It scavenges their bodies and devours their hearts, nevermore seeing humanity as it ignores and departs.
ForgottenForgotten

I do not see you, have you left me behind?

Did something more spectacular enthrall your mind?

It seems that way, for I am not blind, you've left me here to rot and bind.

To lurk in the shadows and be caught in the rains, you've left me to burden all of your pains.

Forgotten I'll be, trapped in the dark, but that's alright for my soul is stark.
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Her Crystalline Eyes

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Her crystalline eyes in the blood-lit moonlight, spread such and fear to all.

Their silver-blue sheen entrances many, it shadows the stolen, until they fall.

Countless slaves born from her captivation, none dare to object thus her eyes foresee.

You seem to love her, you pitiful moron, why hast thou left a beauty like me?
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~toomuchcyan Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
this is gorgeous
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=PlethoraFantastique Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you. ^_^
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~toomuchcyan Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
ur welcome x
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~Melistic Feb 13, 2013  Student Writer
"You seem to love her, you pitiful moron, why hast thou left a beauty like me? " LOVE LOVE LOVE this line! Especially how you dropped the 'moron' in there. I don't know why but it just stands out!
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=PlethoraFantastique Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
^.^ I'm glad you enjoyed it, adding the word 'moron' seemed to fit well with the piece.
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~Melistic Feb 13, 2013  Student Writer
Absolutely! :D
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*Dickywebster Feb 13, 2013
Because people are idiots?
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=PlethoraFantastique Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
^_^ Agreed.
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*Dickywebster Feb 14, 2013
Be nice if people agreed too =P
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*GirlWhoWasBetrayed Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
*Blink Blink* * Has no words to describe the awesomeness.*
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