fantasy
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The Chosen One beloved by all appears with open hands – On the Anniversary Of Death, against the midnight blue. Such a simple magic lantern show! It’s designer is a twisted mind. Thousands come on bended knee, But by the numbers – Is it true? The merchant comes with gold and silver – “Here is…
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In fear I tremble – dark of night – The racing terrors holding sway – Disturbed by images bold and bright – Cowering, praying for light of day. A friend I have, far off in space – A palace of moon beams and feathers abounds. Mind frozen still – words hastily vanish – Emptiness. Panic…
Ena Whiteraven 