Her MajestyHer Majesty surveys from her tawny palace's balcony.More Like This
Her father the Sun cozies her with his light's embrace.
Snow-pale linen enwraps her midnight-dark frame,
A slender build but her curves are gentle.
Gold and gems gleam around her neck and arms,
But her cobra-hood crown burns brightest of all.
Her Majesty leans against the columned railing.
Fishers' reed rafts bob on the dazzling Nile,
While crocodiles slither past the ranting hippos.
Papyrus and palms sway along the black banks.
The kingdom's young crop rests below the water's edge.
Mud hut villages chatter in two tongues.
They are the voices of men and the thumping of drums.
Her Majesty inhales the sweet lotus scent.
The twin towers of the temples' pylon gates
Sting her eyes with their holy white glow.
Among these the obelisks point skyward,
Spears of stone engraved with pictures.
Highest of all rise her ancestors' tombs.
These limestone mountains have golden peaks.
Her Majesty sighs with tears glossing her cheeks.
She brings the fl
schrodingers catMore Like This
Yah, no shit I'm fine—or am I just dead
Because I defiantly like this
This contrived world of systems
Being strapped down in boxes
Shut into a prepackaged culture
Smothered with this fucked up globes ideas
Marinating, stewing in this rock hard box
So the question lies—or does it stand
That have you killed me?
Or mearly imprisoned a living soul
In this pointless charade
Your "gods" sick science joke
This whole damned world is Schrödinger
And I'm its cat.
regretsoft and sweet with a hint of regretMore Like This
starts to move as it begins to infect.
with nothing to love, need or protect
give me things I'll never forget.
OkayI'm sorry I can't tell youMore Like This
it'll all be okay
that I can't even make those bad
thoughts go away
Regrets and I can't promise
But I can't lie
Can't answer questions
If I don't know why
CurseI don't know how to make this stopMore Like This
Or if things would be worse.
How can I plead that things will get better
Not sure if life is a stage or a curse.
Rise of a Guardian: Chapter thirty-one~Nightlight's stand~More Like This
Burgess was a mess.
As Jack jumped from rooftop to rooftop a huge swirling mass came into view, NightMares, nightmare sand, dreamsand, and lightning clashed against one another causing a tremendous amount of noise. Sandy sat hundreds of feet up in the air with April, Katherine, and Cupid by his side. Nightmares by the hundreds swirled around them, lashing out randomly and attacking them when they least expected it. Jack had never seen any of these girls in battle before and needless to say he was impressed. Cupid was pulling arrow after arrow out of her quiver and loaded them into her bow with a skillful hand, each arrow hitting directly center in a Nightmare’s chest. April’s hair was now an inky black, cracking with bright flashes of lightening. She was sending short blasts of light at the Fearlings and Nightmares and they would explode on contact, thunder clapping across the sky.
Katherine stood next to Sandy with her sword drawn, stabbing and slashin