BoundlessTwo five year old boys, cute and brightBoundless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They each live in their own world, as they know it quite right.
Alike though not identical, the same genes they maintain
Time seems to repeat itself, over and over again.
The one of an era many men have forgotten
The feats memorable, but the bones now lay rotten.
Back then and once the boy got a gift
It was a brown pony, sturdy but swift.
Stubborn and devious, yet so friendly and strong
Blessed with a heavy coat and thick mane, grown very long.
The boy and the beast as they were well known at the village
Searching for freedom on journeys close to the edge.
The animal taught lessons of compassion and respect
The stars didn't even matter, for their life was perfect.
Together they rode to where the wind they might take
The young one wished there would never be a break.
One millennium later, his eyes bright with joy
There waits a present for the second boy.
The unwrapping kid left the box unconcealed
Nothing less than a deep red tricycle
Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 12His mind balanced on a blade for an eternity. At times, he raged against the madness that tried to claim him. Yet he also took refuge in it, in moments of weakness. In between, the Liminal was a vast, dark wilderness, bleak and empty. He wandered, lost for a time until something called to him from out of the silence. Though he did not recognize it, he was compelled to follow it, to the very edge of this strange landscape. Looking over the edge, the blackest abyss yawned before him, terrifying. He hesitated. Again he heard the call. His spirit answered. He jumped, and found the light at last.Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 125 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He stirred, his body a foreign thing. It ached heavy and dull, though his mind was somewhat alert. He groaned, bringing a hand to his head for a moment as he adjusted. His eyes took in the ceiling of the initiation chamber, slid idly over the representations of astrological beasts in the heavens. Once again, time seemed an indefinable thing. Scratching his chin, he noted the stub