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A Knight Still Standing by The-Knight-Writer, literature
Literature
A Knight Still Standing
The air was thick with death, and the ground was the color of Hell. Flames rose from the ground like scattered flowers, and the grass that once grew lush and green upon the fields was naught but a burnt remnant of what once was. The sky was swallowed in the plumes of smoke and ash, as thunder rolled overhead, trumpeting the doom that now beset the land. Stones and rubble from the towers and parapets lay about like gravestones to mark the countless corpses of men, women, and children, who had been unable to seek shelter from the malicious evil of the heretical legion. The sun was cloaked behind the veil of smog, and its distorted shine cast th
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Epsilon by RoyalArtist91, literature
Literature
Epsilon
"Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions" - Elizabeth Gilbert Introit (beneath the starry canopy) Choir Oh ambient light Shine upon this stage And vanquish the night Dawn as a new age In thy silent dark Let plasma depart And electrodes spark Igniting a heart Of pulsing ashes In dust and mass torn A new star is born From seeds in the wind Now planted soon bloom Though this Earth, roots grind In natures womb Eternal dost bind Though fairest fine art To an ancient mind And a vernal heart (Tenor) By tides before thee Waves of emotion Deeper than the sea Or hadal ocean I rise to springs call To hot summer rain As autumn leaves fall To cold winter pain Here for all seasons Is this man of sense That yields to reasons And burns as incense Let the scent rise high And my pen higher Up in to the sky Bleeds red ink and fire Mixed with divine spit Of the muses tongue Let my nib commit To lyrics here sung (mezzo-soprano) (in the
