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Where we were standing was the sky all the time? We asked ourselves. For so long and so unexpected we maybe didn't notice. The space started playing tricks with us.

Stone by stone, level by level it seemed to be endless. Our endeavor was meaningless; the pursuit for the masterpiece became just a sketch of an incomplete design for recognition.

We built the axis of the world, the stairs to a no more prohibited heaven, the meeting point for the culture, the peak that could be seen in every corner of the earth. So far we went without a acknowledged limit.

So far we couldn't recognize more our own doing; we couldn't tell if the bedrock was erec

AutumnAUTUMN

Oh, how I loathe the day,
That in every way,
Autumn is in every way
Displayed as old and gray.

Before, she was young and spry,
Playing with the broad blue sky,
Wishing in every way,
That she should not see the day,
When Winter seized her domain.

For it always comes too quickly,
Flowers, leaves, plants, and trees--
Disappear with a rush,
Leaving the world wildly,
Or fainting quietly.

Either way, she weeps--
Frost slyly creeping,
Secretly eating,
Her treasures dear.

Finally, through dusk dark,
Weary and cold, she steals
Back to slumber until,
Summer fades, and awaits
Her time to come again.

And once more,
As

Royal Blue Ink, ch. 6

Chapter Six:

Endiara leaned closer to the old woman across the table in the little shack. She had searched long and hard to find this dump, and hoped to get as full an answer as she could wring out of the old mass of wrinkles.
"Let's see," the crinkled face muttered, "you were asking about unusually violent and hateful people." She tottered over to a little bookshelf, the tall turban on her head sprouting straggly black hairs. "Some of these people have psychological problems, others are born seeking violence, but the last type of person is an exception. This last kind fascinates me, but I have not found any truly decisive sourc

Royal Blue Ink, ch. 1-3

Chapter One:

Deirdra was tied fast to a pole whose lower half was buried from sight in a pile of brush and firewood in the middle of the small village. She tugged gently with her tied hands on the tight cord bonds. They would not budge. Sighing, she blew a strand of dark brown hair out of her right eye, her green eye. The other was blue, both intense colors.
At least night was not far off. The stars here in this tiny village were extremely bright and she loved looking at them in the cool darkness. Maybe she would become one of them up there tonight when she died. She looked down at the circle of people staring at her.

The EnchantressSun setting on a bright new day
Brightness fading, into a dark alleyway.
A stranger walking, away into the darkness
Command all desires, focus on the empress.

The empress reigning, on your empire
Roaming alone without a sire.
Stalking her prey by shadows of night
Grasping for the kill, in a flash of sight.

Smooth and swift, a ravishing blow
Pin pricked precision, a continuous flow.
Crimson embrace, in a moment off of time
Out of consciousness, in the mind sublime.

An eternity within a drop of curse
Will to hold and secretly nurse.
Lover's touch and the moon does shine
Pain and sorrow in a life combine.

She glides past the warm

Glass Roses: Teaser

The light melody tinkled in the early evening. Soft chimes echoed their tones through the white glass rooms and curving corridors. Gently sighing notes faded with the light…
The girl slowly stretched her arms, intertwining them above her head while basking in the tranquility. The opaque glass underneath her bare shoulders cooled with the approaching night, but warmth, or the lack of, had no effect on this immortal creature. She existed, nameless and unknown in the garden of glass roses.
Day had started to descend, lighting the isolated inner petal walls with small vestiges of orange and yellow, little bits of color that shone their way

SpinningWhite-yellow light pours into the hall from the kitchen, illuminating a short-haired child. He is sitting, playing with a spinning top, his back against a short wooden bookshelf. It's only just tall enough to hide behind in case Mom looks his way. But Mom and Dad are eating dinner, talking in hushed voices, unaware of the boy's presence. Still, the boy feels fear subtly shuffling its bird-like feet somewhere deep within the boy's belly. He could get in lots of trouble: the sky is black; it's past his bedtime.

With all the fluidity and precision of a professional dart player, the boy flicks his wrist, sending the tiny top flying over his tiny

Perceptions

Surfaces---
An age of aluminum shells,
Shiny, shiny, shiny
Like a greased axle

Spinning and moving.
Swift machines, active, alive.
A wet smudge of oil across a cracked lens;
eyes of the world.

It is an era of stainless steel coffins,
Iron mausoleums.  Our shattered eyes
Perceive no more than hollow,
Gray cocoons, the graves of butterflies,

Shriveled husks of corn.
Where is that beauty
Promised us by the generations preceding?
Has it built a coffin

Bound tight with bolts, a hideous
Sarcophagus?  Dead
Under the crushing

Just a foot print in the sandThey hear thunder but there's no rain.
They hear life but can't see pain.

Just an echo,
Just an inprint,
Just a foot print in the sand.
Like the soldiers from the war,
stealing the promised land.

They hear gunfire,
They hear screaming,
but they don't understand.
They're just an echo,
Just an inprint,
Just a foot print in the sand.

The Red Tipped RoseTHE RED TIPPED ROSE

Snow white rose,
Tipped with red,
Spiked with thorns,
A feature I most dread.

I just wanted to see,
The splendor of its purity,
And much to its ire,
Now tainted by desire...

It's beauty sinful,
My gaze ever wistful,
The tragedies of man,
Now stain the petals where I stand.

RevengeRevenge

"The barren escape that lies within death's door cannot withstand the hands that will bestow mercy based on God's judgment upon those that sin. He will relieve his might upon you, but his true indignation will possess my body. The blood of my own runs from my hands, and stream before me, yet my tears withstand this flame upon my soul. The love that we once shared, is but a sword with the power to drag you to hell, as I grip its handle. The red that stains my body, of flesh to my own, cannot be cleansed by the purest water. The demons only await my fina

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Chapter Eight:

To her surprise, Lady Fayla threw her arms around Deirdra and started sobbing.
"Arthur, it's her! It's her!" The Lady squeezed tighter.
"Darling, let's tell her what she is. There is no reason to cry all over her yet." Lord Arthur was trying to calm Fayla, but his own excitement was written across his face. Slowly, Fayla drew back and grasped her hands.
Arthur sighed and leaned back in his chair beside Deirdra's bed. "Six years ago, we had a child. At that time, I was away fighting raiders from the adjoining country and your mother had just been captured by forces unknown. A healthy baby girl was born, but Fayla, fear

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Endiara's Mask

by ~stupid-scott, Mar 8, 2012, 9:52:48 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Hidden beneath those emerald eyes,
And dark lush hair,
Lay the truths of our dear fair maiden.
See the mask cast away.

She smiles among her falsities,
Playing her games,
Daring, inviting investigation.
See the mask cast away.

In the dark clustered corners she hides,
Friend of spiders.
She spins her clinging webs to catch her prey,
See the mask cast away.

Seeking naught but death's brooding shadow,
She screams at night,
Caught by desire for vengeance and power.
See the mask cast away.

Rising immortal, incomplete soul,
She is sorrow,
Reaching blindly, she falls into the depths.
See the mask cast away.

Everlasting torment, still in life,
Creature of night,
She claws at Man and God, fury decayed.
See the mask cast away.

Endiara's Maskby ~stupid-scott

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

A poem about the nature of Endiara. I doubt anyone will really, truly understand her like an author, but perhaps this will help you get a hold of her essence a little more.