ConversationsDarkness is trailing me. I wait for nightfall. At night Darkness swallows me, Which is a great deal sweeter than being followed oh so closely. Black all around hides my stalker, but never quite kills Him.Conversations
Wouldn't that be convenient, for the chain of Time to close around His throat? But the world doesn't work that way anymore. Time will do what Time wants. We fools think we control it! Imagine that, truly understanding Time! Our silly little clocks. Was Time ever meant to be measured?
He is still following me. Can't I throw a dagger or something? Never mind, He would only bite me. Did you that Shadows bite? Nasty cr
Blue Ribbon MountainsThe blue ribbon Plays across the black void. Making shapes Like mountains. Up and down-- Jagged peaks and pointed valleys. Forming rhythmically... All the same.Blue Ribbon Mountains
Different now-- A subtle variation In the delicate pattern Of craggy peaks.
This isn't right-- The landscape is changing. I want it to go back, But it won't listen.
Suddenly-- The ribbon is yanked
By hands I can't see. Flat-- An open plain. The blue ribbon is stretched out
Across the darkness.
My breath is caught.
Crumble Into PiecesEvening shadows stain my walls. My heart beats softly-- An echo in my chest Like the ticking of a clock. It lets me know that I'm alive As I lay here all alone And crumble into pieces.Crumble Into Pieces
In my left hand-- A feather. In my right-- A stone. Alone. Why do I hold these things? What do they mean? Why are they here? Do you know Why I must crumble into pieces?
I didn't expect you to. Why would you know? Why would you care? I have my life-- You have yours. But I bet that you Don't crumble into pieces. &
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Good morning. I see the assassins have failed.
You're a good poet.
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