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Vagrants
Over the mountains and down through the trees, Sweeping the valleys and lightening the leas, Beauty and magic and terror are these, Born of an autumn sky. Out through the country to soften the roads, To bend hedges and branches and beams with their loads, The kiss of their silence on cities bestowed, Born of a winter sky.
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The Morning
Sunrise on heather Dawn through the arches A cry in the midlight A voice on the plain. Ripened fruit trodden Soil for the raping Water for water A voice on the plain. Wind through the corn sheaves Steel through the clay Skin like the blossom Silent, the plain.
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Memories
Sometimes I feel like my heart is breaking. A certain smell, a certain laugh. It all takes me back. But more than anything, it is music that reminds me of Oxford. The aching, plaintive strings of Vaughan-Williams, the pure harmonies of Tallis, the unbroken melody of plainsong. I hear them, and suddenly I am back again, standing in Durham Quad, between the chapel and the hall. I have a notebook in my hands, and a couple of books from the library. I am wearing a coat and my college scarf and woolly gloves with holes in them. Evening is falling and the light is pouring through the stained glass like honey on the coolly golden stones. Somewhere p
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Albion
Drowning in amnion, These young boys of Albion, Born for the borrowing, Killed by the blade.
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Sing.
Sing me to sleep. Sing me to silence Sing me to sorrow, To war And to violence. Sing me to safety Sing me back home Sing you my darling While I'm out here alone. Sing through the night-time Sing through the pain Sing until my heart Is broken Again. Sing you to spite me, Sing you to care, Sing you to anguish, Sing yourself bare. And while I follow my longing so deep Sing me to silence Sing me to sleep.
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Marrakech
Once, when I was younger, I dreamt I was a bird. I saw all the world laid out beneath me like a patchwork of silk, shining in the light of a new day. From the mountains to the sea, everything stretched to a green horizon and was no sound but the rushing of the wind and the blood in my ears. Then I began to fall. I fell and fell, tumbling through the sky. I thought my heart would explode. Then everything went black, and I woke up. I am falling now, but this is not a dream, and I will not wake up. I grew up in the red dust of Marrakech. The seasons change slowly there, but children grow up fast. By the time of I was six years old I was working
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Snipette
James was shaking. He was worn out, completely exhausted, and his body was beginning, for the first time, to give up on him. She reached out her arms and wrapped them round him, hooking one hand round the back of his head and holding him to her. She noticed that he’d started going grey around the temples. Grey at twenty-one. When did that happen? All these weeks had gone past, but not until that moment did Grace realise that not once had she actually properly looked at James. She knew what he looked like, of course; she thought she knew him better than the back of her own hand, but she realised she’d never properly looked at him bef
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It was then she realised what he was to him. He wasn't just a brother or a friend; he was everything that made him him. He was that clear light behind his eyes and the softness in his voice. He was the curl of his lips when he found something funny and the swift, slightly awkward movement of his limbs when he moved. He was everything; all that he was and all that he stood for and all the myriad of shadows and darkness in between. And now it was all gone. There was no light behind his eyes, no smile on his lips. His face was just a mask. Blank and heavy and white. And lost. Everything was lost.
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the marauders series 1
The Marauders series. Sirius yawned. He stretched lazily, revelling in the late morning sunlight. He was lying in the long grass at the back of James' house, watching his friend flying energetically above, messing about with the golden snitch that he'd managed to steal at the end of last term. He yawned again and shook his leg in an effort to remove the butterfly that had just landed on his foot, sending ripples rolling off into the sea of green around him. Flicking a long strand of ebony hair out of his eyes Sirius raised himself onto his elbows, grinning sardonically at his best friend.  "Reckon they'll make you Quidditch captain this ye
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A Comic ode to an Elf
A Comic ode to an Elf O elven friend of memories fond, Your hair is bright peroxide blond, With braids and bows and many a twirl, In fact you're really quite a girl. O elven child of sable brows, Which clash with blond like orcs with crowns, Of body lithe and footsteps swift, But gods above you don't half whiff. O elven one, who makes me laugh, You really need to take a bath, For after fighting night and day, Your blood and sweat seems here to stay. O elven prince of eyes so blue, Who all the elven girls did woo, And all were shocked when they did find, You batted for the other side! O elven knight of Mirkwood fair, Your
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Swan song
Swan Song Slowly she raises her heavily painted lids, A mass of black theatricality and The dreaming nymph that sleeps Behind her eyes. Long has she stalked the confines of this stage, Her world, her own little piece of immortality, The black lake in which she drowns her personality. Gradually she has begun to slip, The jewelled crown is falling through her fingers, She is frail now, almost ethereal, A faerie on the edge of the abyss. She ties the familiar satin ribbons, Binding herself to her craft. A tiara of feathers encircles Her ebony hair, laced with grey. This is her swansong. Her last farewell. The death of her car
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Muse
Muse She walks, Her feet barely touching the ground, Her eyes, brilliant and dark As broken glass. Her skin so pale As to be transparent, Her hair so black As to be a river in the night. Her robe is of leaves And winter flowers. Bracelets of moonlight Bind her wrists A ring of emerald on Her slender hand, A circlet of stars Set on her brow.
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Comic ode to a malfoy
A Comic Ode to a Malfoy. O Malfoy child of eyes so pale, Your aim is to make fan girls wail, With stylish robes and lustrous locks, You even have nice smelling socks. O dragons son of Slytherin, Near every Quidditch match you win, Except the ones with Gryffindor, Though Harry ends up on the floor. O Malfoy knight just slightly barmy, You hide a lust for origami, And in potions while Snape was gone, You folded up a flying swan. O Malfoy one of heart untrue, Your swan across the room you blew, On Harry it dropped from above, And then his eyes were filled with love. O Malfoy friend of manor fair, You really need to be aware Of
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The witches song - a ditty
The witch of the North holds beauty untold, In her will the truths of the world unfold, Her hands are bound with ribbons white, And she sings as she walks through the depths of night. The witch of the east is spark and flame, In her eyes blaze the spirits of fire untamed, Her hands are bound with ribbons red, And she dances down paths with men long dead. The witch of the south is seldom found, For she works her craft in the heart of the ground, Her hands are bound with ribbons green, In her the beauty of nature is seen. The witch of the west is tossed and torn, Her windswept soul is lost and forlorn, Her hands are bound with rib
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Guardian
Guardian – commission for maxwell-heza (https://www.deviantart.com/maxwell-heza) Sharndda galloped through the wooded glade, moving as if the fiery brands of Hell were blazing at her back.  Her long ebony hair, normally so intricately plaited streamed out behind her like a frozen sea in the moonlight.  Her eyes blazed lime and emerald, the colour of every cry of jealousy and rage, matching the swathe of green satin that bound her chest.  She ran tirelessly; even though she had been on the move since dawn she was a trained warrior and carried the ancient swords of the eastern kings on her back. The short coarse hair that enveloped her centaur's body gleamed dully in the faint st
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Uninspiration
Uninspiration. I drown in torn Ribbons of thought. Memories of beauty in Shattered mirrors And metallic pearls of poetry Alloyed in the mind's crucible. Beads of perseverance And inspiration, Poetic blood Fly on raven's wings Through a broken landscape. The painted sequins of Unimprisoned words Throw mocking glints Of grandeur, But promise nothing. And nothing comes. I cannot write.
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Dunkirk
Dunkirk Steel grey waves at dawn, Shadows of their former selves, A wide grey expanse of sand, A sentinel of the sunrise. Driftwood, the rotting flotsam Of a winter's storm, Rain forming misty gauze, The ghost of soldier. Stone-cold winds of change, Young men's voices carried through the years, An echo of history, An end to an end.
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Where the wildflowers grow
Where the wildflowers grow We sang for absolution From hills of borrowed heather And burned for fire-stone embers Dying in the night We watched the five black stallions Cross the bay at morning And drank from new springs flowing Where our footsteps fell We felt the dewdrops claim us And bleed us of our envy And saw our stone edged cities Fading in the dawn. And from the glades of bluebells We heard the fools of fortune Drowning in the hollows As winter shadowed spring. And there, there dwells my memory For there you said you loved me Between the sea and mountains Where the wildflowers grow.
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Vagrants
Over the mountains and down through the trees, Sweeping the valleys and lightening the leas, Beauty and magic and terror are these, Born of an autumn sky. Out through the country to soften the roads, To bend hedges and branches and beams with their loads, The kiss of their silence on cities bestowed, Born of a winter sky.
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This is taken from Welsh dragoon who took it from a bunch of people before her.. Now, please do it for me! (A) First, recommend to me: 1. a movie 2. a book 3. a musical artist, song, or album (B) I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. (C) Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything.
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GoF
omg - so so so so so so good :D :D :D went to a midnight screening last night!!! champagne and sweets reception!! SUCH a good film!! *spoilers* everything really is a lot darker, it feels very different to the other films - this is not a bad thing..... -cried twice, laughed so many more times!! legend. -the durmstrang boys! -barty crouch jr. - omg david tennant in leather??!! er YES PLEASE -cedric......mmmm i'd definitely take up his offer of the prefects bathroom!! -cedric in a tree, draco in a tree.... -the amazing bouncing ferret (its wrong in so many ways) -no SPEW!! hoorah!! never liked that storyline.... -the quidditch world
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Poppies
"When you go home, tell them of us and say, for your tomorrow we gave our today" "In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields" "They shall not grow old as we who are left grow
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Thank you for the:+fav: on The Divide... :cuddle:
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It appears that I was no longer watching you, wtf? Anyways, I am again now :D
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hi there,

thank you for faving "the look".
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see you at the meet :wave:
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