Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate.
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait.
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death, all I see is departure.
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr.

Shadowsworn

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Joined: Mar 11, 2004
Posts: 1063

My stories: http://www.elfwood.com/~_shadowsworn

"The greater part of my wardrobe is black (it's a sensible colour. It goes with anything. Well, anything black)"

Neil Gaiman

“Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Shadowsworn

Honorary Member
Joined: Mar 11, 2004
Posts: 1063

My stories: http://www.elfwood.com/~_shadowsworn

"The greater part of my wardrobe is black (it's a sensible colour. It goes with anything. Well, anything black)"

Neil Gaiman