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Echoing hills can tell your past
A dark and fortuitous time
Stars will craft their best
And skies will lark the eve
Tell you haven't wasted your honor
On a ghost of linder
Retching a few minutes
To spare hearts an attachment
Condem me of all my reapful sins
A pledge to you
On this golden scribe
My honor and service
So that I may avenge this death
*In all the annals of time
Ehhhh stuff
©Copywrite Lycan
  Jun 2015 The Dragon Prince
Skaidrum
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The lips of war will not determine which constellation you slaughter.
I've knotted tears into the dead sea, I'm still crying for

you
If a god could see us now
~~~~~
they'd see nothing but ink
flesh and stardust.

and maybe
an eclipse
if we the souls

aligned.
.
This poem is for you,
reader.

© Copywrite
Burdens this eve*
Beware deadly hours filling filthy hope
Words like stars falling back into the universe
We'd seen old wolves hanging
Trees breaking in the wind
Howling their sorrow for a friend
Paper turns sour when the nightmares are written
And lust sleeps in secret with my teeth
Rotten swears and shallow mistakes
Stoke a little higher
Slipping the distance forges a harder degree
So tell me
Am I a worthy piece?
Uh I dunno, a bored and quick write
(The Dragon Prince and LycanTheThrope collab)

Tongues have inspired the fallen notes
Halls left upon lowly senses

Fingers whisper a shining guide
Six lights to smolder
One time to count

Burn it beneath glory wells
Mortal souls shun the flesh

Withering silver decays among the divinity
Shrieking our innocence at the walls

Choirs of dark fair wounds slice behind our hearts
Speak west, until restful skies eye bare stars

Forgotten dreams grew so white
Smoke burns declaring unnumbered lingers sinning

Break me a new spine against the wildest demons
Eternal losses slain within black wounds

Holy water and treacherous sympathy mold along the oak
Tell me I didn't overdose on gold and rusty wires

~Lycan
*~The Dragon Prince
A collab between LycanTheThrope and The Dragon Prince

© Copywrite Lycan
A place with elves
dwarves, hobbits and men
A place with tales
We hear again and again

A place with adventure
That will never die
A place to laugh
And a place to cry

A place with songs
Of ancient days
Sung by elves
Merry and gay

A place where you hear
The hobbits laughter
Where they live
Happily ever after

Where mountains are filled
With silver and gold
Where the dwarves mine
Mighty and bold

A place with men
In cities of stone
And their great king
Sits on a beautiful throne

A place with lore
To others unknown
A place that I love
A place that's my own

There I live
And there will I die
In middle earth
My heart will lie
My heart is caged
It has been my whole life
Underneath these granite ribs
Bars of bones
And now
That my soul is finally free
From the pain of loving
It doesn't know what to do.

*I've moved on
Short and simple
I have no gifts for you,
                                                 my love
Only a fruitless heart to share
fruit·less
ˈfro͞otləs/
adjective

1.
failing to achieve the desired results; unproductive or useless.
"his fruitless attempts to publish poetry"
synonyms: futile, vain, in vain, to no avail, to no effect, idle; pointless, useless, worthless, wasted, hollow; ineffectual, ineffective, inefficacious; unproductive, unrewarding, frustrating, profitless, unsuccessful, unavailing, barren, for naught; abortive; archaicbootless
"fruitless negotiations"
antonyms: productive
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