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Poppi Mae Apr 2014
your eyes are dazzling,
i think its the sun
shining brighter than a diamond ring
but the sun hasn't shun.
i could think of better ways
to dream of your anatomy,
to wish strands of your hair were found in my bed for days,
and to brush the eyelashes off the cheeks of my darling thee.
with the static vision you see when your eyes are closed,
and the nanosecond blindness when you open them,
how when you gave me that smile and my heart rose,
i swear your eyes were shining like an emerald gem.
but its the abstract sense of hope you give me,
the abstract hope that is love.
who could have done this? only but he,
the fantastic illusion greets you with what feels like a shove.
though we treat love as the air we breathe,
thinking it will always be here
and love will never leave.
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Jerusalem swings his massive body,
Underneath the falls.
Where only a true warrior,
Will call.

The Throm is close,
Beyond the pallid caves.
Deep beneath the earth.
A fiery vain.

"Be cautious young one,
I fear Alakan is close..
I can smell his smoke...
He is annoyed of us both."

Jerusalem proved worthy,
Of such caution at the time.
With a hand on my blade,
I stride forth.

I seek questions,
And answers.
For my future awaits...

Betrayal is not all to well known,
By the Dov, The Dragon's Age.

"Jerusalem..."
Said a thunderous voice.
"You have come far from home..
What do you seek from Throm?"

Jerusalem growled and raised his wings,
"I have brought my rider Kekay.
She wishes for Answers."

"Kekay...
The Unique Valkyrie,
Betrayed."
Alakan rose from the shadows,
Revealing a massive beast.

His wings were gold and tattered,
His marks red and long.
His horns were of the devil,
But his voice was calm..

"Knoweth of my name,
Tis true indeed.
Yes I am Kekay.
I come in peace..."

With heart pounding,
Soul burning.
We enter with Alakan.

To the Great,
Archaic Library.
The Throm.

Walls lined with books,
Spoken in the Dragon language.
Dov do Hi amal.
This is nothing to imagine..

Alakan uses his talons,
to grasp a globe.
His raises his eyes to me,
Beckoning me forward.

"Come forth,
Take in the Library of the Ancients.."

"Come now,
The Unique Valkyrie.."
Read The long journey of dragon and rider, and the Unique Valkyrie
Mahdi Dn Apr 2014
Glaring eyne art thine
Flaring they are; Daz'd I am.
Soothing ludene is thy tone.
To hear it; is to roam
Inside my head, like I am home.
Thou art the fountainhead of dark waters
Atop thy head, eternally it falls.
Thy arch shoots me happiness,
I shall not dodge. I shall not!
-Mahdi Dn.
An expression of feelings towards a special one, through a practice of archaic English.

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