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Soft flurries of snow fell onto the icy ground below as the night drew on. The sky was usually seen at this hour, but the clouds prevented anything to shine through. Even the moon’s glow didn’t seem to penetrate through the thick layer of clouds.
Below, atop a cold, grassy knoll, a white stag with eyes of emeralds leisurely scanned his forest before continuing his midnight stroll. Winter was finally here, and not a single animal stirred in his forest. Birds were silenced with fat bellies of seed while foxes and rabbits stayed in their dens. Bears and Unicorn alike stayed in their mythical caves as the land was engulfed in Nature’s cloak of sparkling cold white.
Leisurely walking across the field, soft wisps of breath were puffed out as the magical, proud stag patrolled his kingdom with its citizens in eternal rest. His castle of glass remained at the top of Heaven, as they say. His scepter with which he rules with never rusts beneath the rains of Spring. The white stag was truly the king of the forests, and as a noble king, he respected his subjects with a philosophical grandeur that seemed to even mock the heavens. White coat shone of silvery white with antlers the color of sweet vanilla as the snow showered down gently upon the trees and mountains ahead. Eyes as vibrant as crystal were unreadable; no sympathy, no fear, no regret. As noble king of his land, the white stag protects those loyal, and slay those who threaten the innocent. When the age of the Dragon Heir arises, he shall ride into battle with his subjects, and possibly die peacefully here on the soil of his home like any gran king… But for now, he scans his empire in peace, with only the snow and the concealed stars to keep company.
As a noble king of the forest, he shall watch over those who sleep, and protect those who live.
As a noble king, the white stag shall rule the monarchy of green, and vanquish those who threaten.
As a noble king, he shall watch over this land like those who look down on this world like the eyes from the gods themselves.
Below, atop a cold, grassy knoll, a white stag with eyes of emeralds leisurely scanned his forest before continuing his midnight stroll. Winter was finally here, and not a single animal stirred in his forest. Birds were silenced with fat bellies of seed while foxes and rabbits stayed in their dens. Bears and Unicorn alike stayed in their mythical caves as the land was engulfed in Nature’s cloak of sparkling cold white.
Leisurely walking across the field, soft wisps of breath were puffed out as the magical, proud stag patrolled his kingdom with its citizens in eternal rest. His castle of glass remained at the top of Heaven, as they say. His scepter with which he rules with never rusts beneath the rains of Spring. The white stag was truly the king of the forests, and as a noble king, he respected his subjects with a philosophical grandeur that seemed to even mock the heavens. White coat shone of silvery white with antlers the color of sweet vanilla as the snow showered down gently upon the trees and mountains ahead. Eyes as vibrant as crystal were unreadable; no sympathy, no fear, no regret. As noble king of his land, the white stag protects those loyal, and slay those who threaten the innocent. When the age of the Dragon Heir arises, he shall ride into battle with his subjects, and possibly die peacefully here on the soil of his home like any gran king… But for now, he scans his empire in peace, with only the snow and the concealed stars to keep company.
As a noble king of the forest, he shall watch over those who sleep, and protect those who live.
As a noble king, the white stag shall rule the monarchy of green, and vanquish those who threaten.
As a noble king, he shall watch over this land like those who look down on this world like the eyes from the gods themselves.
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A Foreign Language
The dialect of silence
A ghost in the mirrors
No voice within the throat
Bobbing in vain
Like a disconnected brain within the skull
Still trying to push signals to the body it should be in command of
Patiently waiting for the virulent harlots to cease
Writhing, puking and choking on each other
Plump fingers compacting various substances in gullets torn and gushing puss
All throb with noise
The ghosts dart between the notes flat and broken
Taking advantage of a noiseless breath
To take possession of the host
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History Burning
the trick is
to make all believe they inheret a
world all their own
remember to erase the words of the
deceased until
death never existed
and put corpses unburied
into neat containers
under every floor
to lock them up tight is
critical;
panic is the plague in this age
and is it any wonder they forget
with puppet parents
who burn books at christmas?
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Always and Always
Always and Always
© Arzanianjoy
Mmmmm, mmm, mmmmmm, mm, mmmmmmm
I can still hear your voice as you shattered my everything
Mmmmm, mmm, mmmm
'I'll always love you,
always and always,
I'll be with you'
A part of my world died the last day you sang to me
For you sang it nice and slow, just above a whisper on your breath
And in a slow sigh, you said to me, 'Remember me...'
'In twenty years from now, remember me
On your wedding day, won't you remember me?
For your birthday and each holiday,
I'll grant your every wish
Always and always'
I only ever had one wish...
But your skin was sallow and your lips cold as you kissed my cheek
Then you cl
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Since it's snowing like crazy here in the good ol' state of Maryland, I decided to write this. At first, it was supposed to be about just a lone deer walking in the forest.. then it somehow unraveled into something better. Comment your thoughts or opinions, I love feedback!
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I love the imagery in the beginning of this piece. It's actually kind of inspired me to draw something.