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poetry

The Blackening

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Poetry

There was

a poem

here.

 

It's gone now.

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These Shattered Remains

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Poetry

There was

a poem

here.

 

It's gone now.

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Our Mighty Castles

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Poetry

There was

a poem

here.

 

It's gone now.

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Raindrops

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Poetry

There was

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It's gone now.

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Doublespeak

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Poetry

(D)rain, my body; 
Spill not a drop. 

(S)ink, your fingers,
In the canvas of my soul.

(W)ash, the blood
That stains your hands. 

(S)top my torment--
If you can.

[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]

Endless Horizon

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Poetry

There was

a poem

here.

 

It's gone now.

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The Mask You Loved

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Poetry

This is the mask you loved.         For I modeled it after you.
         I wear it still.                                                     Decayed

Lavish Masquerade in F Minor

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Poetry

Forgiveness Forsaken.
Formalities Forgone.
Filthy existence
Soon to be undone.

Fraudulent Faces Follow
Fragile Facades,
An ebony Feather marks--
Forthcoming rage.

Fram and Gram

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Poetry

Fram and Gram
 

Fram and Gram were born in one hall!
They grew side by side, as they grew strong and tall!
Shared most things, only quarrelled now and then,
In twenty years they were fine young men,
In twenty years they were fine young men!

The Silly Lad

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Poetry
A silly hobbit once had heard
The life was lovely as a bird
And so he thought that he would see
If he could fly amongst the trees
 
He climbed a tree, and jumped, and found
That he fell quickly to the ground
He gained a lump upon his head
And spent all of the week in bed
 
And there he dreamed that he could be
A little buzzing bumblebee
He saw a life amongst the flowers
Just buzzing all around for hours
 

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