The Red Cloak -First version-It was raining. Thats the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about that night. I was out on the old dirt road on my way back to my grandparents cabin, avoiding the lake-sized puddles.The Red Cloak -First version-6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was dark. The second thing I remember. The road was through a dense forest, so even if it had been daylight, itd still be dark. Id gone to the nearby town to pick up some groceries. Grandma had thrown out her back again while gardening and Grandpa was in a wheelchair, so I was the only one who could go, not that this was a big deal to me or anything. This wasnt my first time Id run her errands for her, but I wasnt prepared for what was to come.
It was just a normal, rainy, summer night. The false assumption of security is another memory that will never fade. Just how wrong I was can never be put into words.
I was about halfway back to the cabin when I heard distant sounds. I stopped, listening. They got closer and as they did I heard sounds of metal
Erasmus CravenErasmus Craven4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a sorcerer by trade,
Of grand distinguished lineage;
My father was Grand Master
Of the Order, such a privilege...
But I prefer to stay at home,
Practicing my magic--
I've not been well for two years
Since I lost my wife, how tragic!
A raven came to visit me,
In the bleak December:
He was a man turned to a bird--
He caused me to remember
That I had an obligation to
Stand up against the evil
Of sorcerers like Scarabus
In his castle so medieval...
We fought a duel of magic grim,
The old tyrant was bested,
And now I'm in my study again,
Quite refreshed and rested!
Warning...Warning...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the darkling wood to the fog-riven shore,
Ten thousand years ago or more,
An Ancient People built a temple of stone,
And for an aeon it stood alone...
Spirals and spells they carved into the rock
Of each unyielding granite block,
That told of unknown, nameless Things
Which danced around the ghostly ring...
The ruins of the temple still stand today,
But where they are I cannot say;
'Tis perilous to venture too near---
Dreadful Things you might see and hear....
Panoply Of Wraiths...With lordly tread the phantoms walkPanoply Of Wraiths...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The midnight halls and stairs
Of lofty ornate palaces
Where no one living dares
Disturb the ghosts of emperors
Who o'er the night hold sway,
Relinquishing their power only
At the early light of day...
The wraiths of ancient kings do ride
The moaning twilight sky
Upon gray ghastly wing-ed steeds
That endlessly shall fly
Above the silent sleeping world
Until the sun doth die...
The Soothsayer's LamentThe Soothsayer's Lament5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Imperious Caesar, don't go there--
The Ides of March are come! Beware!
He does not heed me; there he goes,
Surrounded by a score of foes...
Men do not listen, Cassandra dear--
Unpleasant truths they will not hear;
Their own ambitions tempt them down
Unto their doom, so let them drown!
Hubris swallows all the great--
From Nero's lust to Hitler's hate
All tyrants fall from godlike height
So despair not; it serves them right.
Even the good we cannot save,
Lincoln went to untimely grave
Despite his warning dream, alas!
Tragedy must come to pass.
Why are we cursed with the sight
If no one will believe we're right?
Methinks the gods care not at all,
But watch with laughter as we fall.
The JabberwockyThe Jabberwocky5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Flames From HadesFlames From Hades4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A festive carouse at Morgrave Hall--
'Twas twenty years ago, this night
That bold Sir Reginald slew the Beast
That filled the land with fright!
The Dragon Graught was a monster foul,
His fiery breath unsurpassed--
Sir Reggie challenged the fiend to fight,
And slew the brute at last!
The battle lasted nineteen hours
And became a local wonder;
The village rejoiced at the dragon's death
And helped themselves to his plunder...
Every year to the day they celebrate
With feasting and with song;
Sir Reginald welcomes everyone to his Hall
And they carouse all night long!
Sir Reggie is older now, and stout,
He likes his beef and ale,
And his eyes sparkle with nostalgic glee
As he recounts for his guests the tale
Of how he faced the Dragon Graught,
How the monster belched fire and bile
As the bold knight's sword pierced his black heart
And ended his existence vile!
But Monsters, though slain, do not always die--
Their malice still survives...
Deep down in the pit where they rolled the carcass,
ForgivenessI can forgive the man who kills me, but I will still be deadForgiveness8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can forgive the one who lies to me, but distrust will still be bred.
I can forgive the one who cuts me, but I will still bleed.
I can forgive the one who takes from me but I will still be in need.
I can forgive the one who hurts me, but it does not erase the pain.
To forgive the unrepentant heart, means they'll only do it again.
"I'm sorry" does not stop the blood nor tears that freely flow.
How can one cause such an effect and claim they did not know?
To cause a wound in heart or flesh, may heal but it takes time.
Forgiveness does not erase the fact that there was ever a crime.
Forgiveness does the soul much good, and letting go helps for sure
But there are consequences for every deed that its victims must endure.
Requiem For A Wanderer...Requiem For A Wanderer...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whilst traveling through a tangled wood,
A minstrel lost his way;
He wandered down a path unknown
Until the end of day...
And as the twilight round him crept,
A ghostly Thing appeared
Upon the path in front of him--
The minstrel blanched in fear!
It was a specter tall and thin,
Wrapt in a long pale shroud;
A lantern held in a bony hand
As it floated o'er the ground...
The phantom beckoned: FOLLOW ME,
The minstrel heard it groan
In accents deep and hollow
As the sad sea wind doth moan...
Deep into that haunted wood
He was led by the ghost;
And as they went, the minstrel prayed
And gave himself up for lost...
But, Lo! The hellish trees gave way,
Before them lay clear night!
The minstrel blessed the specter
And apologized for his fright;
With a sigh he sallied forth
And plummeted to his death
Off a hundred-foot cliff down to the sea
Before he could take a breath!
Take heed from the foolish minstrel's fate:
Trust not a shrouded ghost,
And steer clear of the tangled woods
Where so ma
Poor Old Pompey...Poor Old Pompey...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At Pharsalus a Legend died,
A reputation built not so much
On substance as on luck,
Which at last ran out...
Gnaeus Pompeius MAGNUS,
Self-styled "The Great",
A solid, sober, pompous
Sulla's youngest hit-man, long ago
But growing more respectable as he aged;
Cruel Fate! To have his glory
Eclipsed by his younger father-in-law!
Poor old Pompey...
The Conscript Fathers backed him up
Until he lost
That battle of Pharsalus;
Ageing erstwhile Hero, shipping off
To Egypt for a loan
From the son of King Ptolemy
His old friend...
But sons of old friends
Are not to be trusted;
Through Pompey's vitals
A sword was thrusted!
His head put in honey,
That wasn't too funny...
Even Caesar wept, and sighed
"Poor Old Pompey."
The Belly-Button Monster...Creepity-creep at the top of the stair--The Belly-Button Monster...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You cannot quite see, but you KNOW that It's there;
The Creature that lurks in your navel by day,
When the old clock strikes Midnight, It crawls out to play!
It pulls the cat's tail in the middle of night;
The cat's angry yowl makes you jump up in fright
As the Monster slithers to the kitchen to feast
On the last of the ice cream, the wee greedy beast!
In the morning you wake with a tickly-crawl
In your belly-button--how does It fit there at all?
There are mysteries that we just cannot solve
As this weird funny planet round the Sun doth revolve...
To.Seek.A.Voice.XIV: LOVE III hearTo.Seek.A.Voice.XIV: LOVE II4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ones the heart
guides it tones
silence shivers in his throne
The Lost Timeline Ch. 6The Lost Timeline Ch. 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
For a moment, without Homura telling it to, time stopped. Everything was still. "No...no...no...no..." Homura didn't want to look over the edge. She didn't want to see Sayaka's broken body. She crumpled to the ground and sobbed. "W-Why c-can't I-I ever s-save a-anyone?!" She yelled through her sobs. "It's okay." said a voice from behind. Homura turned slowly. It was Mami. Mami walked over and put an arm around Homura. "It's okay, sssshh." She comforted Homura like a mother comforts her child. But Homura refused to believe everything was "okay". "I-It's n-not o-okay! S-he's d-dead and i-it's all my f-fault!" Mami squeezed Homura a bit. "We are humans. Humans can't save everyone. It's ok..." Homura decided she needed to calm down a bit because, even though she failed, there was still a Witch to fight. She dried her eyes and stood up. She still refused to look over that ledge, so she was now facing the opposite direction. "There you go! Now, before we fight this Witch. My name is Tomoe Ma
Okada Ayano: Pt. 1Okada Ayano: Pt. 15 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Okada Ayano
Nickname(s): The Butterfly; the Hooded Master; the Jewel; Grandmaster Okada
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Alliance: 3rd Division Captain
Appearance: Okada Ayano, now a striking, inexplicably stunning woman at the forefront of Soul Society's military, was born amongst mortal men in the realm of the living--a jewel hidden in coarse sand. The patriarchal, sexist cultural norms of her home village manifested themselves in the men around her, who found her fragile voice irritating and her soft skin incapable of anything meaningful, confining her to the most basic family chores. They saw her as a piece of property, a girl lucky enough to be destined for prettiness in the way that would eventually attract a husband, yet poor enough that her dowry would be insubstantial and troublesome for any honest man to burden himself with. They saw her as a young girl with bright eyes that w
Your Attachment - 9Your Attachment - 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is chapter nine. To view other chapters find the links below.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Title: Your Attachment
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: He needed me. As for myself? Well...I needed a lot of things. Too bad pretending to be a girl while also pretending to be Sebastian's girl friend weren't some of them.
Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.
Warnings: Will eventually be yaoi! (Sorry mom.)
sorry for OOCness. I won't try to have it that way, but since it is AU it will have to be slightly OOC. Also, I will place warnings on the chapters that have yaoi, so don't worry. This chapter is yaoi free! 8D (Mostly XD) Also some cursing is in this chapter.
.: SILENCE :..: SILENCE :.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never liked silence.
It's why I leave on my TV while I sleep
Or blast music when I'm home alone.
I'll even sing a tune myself,
If it keeps out the silence.
So why is it so surprising, then,
That I've grown so overly frustrated
With your unresponsive critical hit?
I can only do so much myself---
I've reached out,
Cranked up the volume,
I've shouted and sang and cried and screamed!
But you let the silence creep in,
And now there's just... n o t h i n g.
I hate your silence.
Team Deathmatch: Bravo squadTeam Deathmatch: Bravo squad6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Game mode: Team Deathmatch
Players: 32 - 4 squads each team
It was getting dark and there hadnt been anymore shots for about an hour. He'd been listening in on the enemy comms when they attacked Alpha squad, it was brutal and their team captain had gone missing right after the attack. At least we were winning, for the moment he thought. From his place on the roof he could see anyone approaching from all directions. He'd instructed his squad to place sensors in the maintenance tunnels under the building. If he were going to infiltrate this place, thats how he'd get in.
"Everything's clear down here, sarge."
"Good, fall back to the second floor. If you've got any claymore's, set them on the stairs," he paused to bring up his map" be ready to bail if we come under fire". He'd chosen this building because it was unstable. It'd only take one small shock to bring it down. He'd had his squad create a makeshift walkway to the next building from some planks a