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But oh,
the injustice
of being bound
by the chains of dull reality
while my golden dreamworld floats away-
achingly out of reach.
the injustice
of being bound
by the chains of dull reality
while my golden dreamworld floats away-
achingly out of reach.
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stolen by the moon
These wasting hours
Tendrils sweeping into
The light of morning
We surge
Hungry and wild
Two divided sides
Of this silver coin
Suspended in black.
Blood cries are lost
In silver moonlight.
Save your tears
Until they can fall
Beneath raindrops
Soaking into the earth
To water the children
Of the trees.
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i fade with
stilted shots, the audience
waits for me. choking. oh god
how could this happen
with my throat
twisted up
and my head bound tight
in ropes i'm not sure i want to
untie? snap my brittle
wrists. i'm losing again,
numbers scaling down to a
place i should not be.
a parasite is swallowing
my energy. tests are negative.
i breathe.
--
just as i drift
into
pale, fading sleep,
his fingernails
claw through
the
material of
my skull.
i don't know who he is but i remember
the wooden floor beneath me
the length of my hair
catching under my back
as i struggle
and
how it felt when he
left me on the floor,
limp
tear stre
Literature
Stories About Magic - Volume Seven
BLOOD MOON
The Good Knight Moon swooped down and perched himself on the throbbing, crimson branch of a TrueHeart tree. It was the disturbance the High Lords felt from the Sacred Forest of Soban that Sir. Moon had originally set out to handle.
Down in a clearing an exceptionally beautiful young girl was kneeling by a tree, seeming to be content examining its partly exposed roots. But despite her golden hair, pale skin, and breathtaking violet eyes; what made Moon's heart almost stop was the large, deep red circle drawn on the ancient stone stage in the center of the clearing. Inside the circe were structures drawn of the same chalk, that Moo
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