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Fairytale: The Black RoseOnce upon a time there was a poor young man named Filemon who earned his living as a chimneysweep in the Old Town of Prague, the capital city of Bohemia. He lived in a small apartment with a kitchen and one bedroom on the third floor of an old tenement on the outskirts of the Old Town of Prague. There was no stove or fireplace or chimney in the apartment, but neither was there grave sorrow though it was rather cold there in winter time. Filemon lived there alone. His parents had died several years before. At the time Filemon had mourned their passing away , but nowadays his mood was mostly cheerful and he loved being of

Four-and-Twenty CultistsSing along everyone - this one's rather jolly! (the rhyming scheme at least).

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I saw angels dance with devils
under winter's crystal sky.
Old men passed between them,
crying "Dead men never die!"

Then the oceans fell before us,
as the dead began to sing.
Heavens parted wider;
winds prickled at our skin.

Now Satan awakes slowly,
like shadows on the sands.
Together we beg forgiveness,
as he lacerates our hands.

The landscape lies broken,
as stones roll through the hills.
Stars are growing brighter,
fed by blood of untold kills.

Death bends his toxic breath,
exuding nameless streams.
fabricating nightmares
and crimso

RainbowCascading colors flood my view.
A veritable rainbow of light
Refracted from water droplets.
Prisms of awesome shine everywhere,
Bringing a subtle joy to my jaded heart.
The torrent of tears is over,
And all that remains are the rainbows
Laughing at their medium.

The LieIt hides alone, buried, concealed
Mistrust, betrayal, never to be healed
A blemish on the human soul
Colder than ice and blacker than coal
The threads it weaves stay locked in place
Hiding the truth from many a face
And as it continues to defy
The truth is revealed
As is the lie

RiotHe may look completely sane,
but there's an argument happening
inside of his brain

No matter how he urges it to stop,
his hair pulled out and to his knees,
he pathetically drops

For within his mind goes on, a riot
and in a crowd of many he shrieks,
bloodcurdlingly so, "Quiet!"

He no longer looks so sane,
for there's an argument happening
inside of his brain

He thought he was able to grease the gears,
and that the medication had helped,
he put up with it for so many years

Within his mind there is no longer silence,
and he decides to fight them no longer,
he follows the voices with total compliance

EventideDarkness; where everything made truly lives

NightNight is weeping.
Her tears fall to the ground as silver droplets.
Her lover drinks them in until he floods but he holds them for she is angry.
She weeps harder her dobs shaking her Earth, her eyes are now clouded.
Night has been barren and she is lonely, oh how she longs for her lover, her Earth.
Her tears soften to a soothing patter instead of a raging storm.
As her tears slow she smiles, her beauty glowing, she had touched her lover, yet briefly.
She is satisfied and all is calm.

The Silver MaidenA beautiful night.
The Maiden's face shines,
Her voice is the whisper in the wind,
Her dark cloak woven with silver stars billows coaxing her brother to rest.
She touches the ground lightly, wishing her silver stag to await her return.
Her children await her but some must leave for they have become unchaste.
She wraps her remaining maidens in her shadowy cloak obscuring them from lust filled eyes so they may sing, dance, and be merry.
Her silver brilliance has dwindled, she must now reside in the forests.
Hunting, protecting, blessing.
Her dark cloak is wrapped around her tightly as she awaits for her beauty to return to its fullness.
And Nig

A Writer's PurgatoryOnly sounds came out of the locked room at the end of the corridor -
Those of pen gliding across paper.

Inside, darkness, with the exception of a small, bleak desk light,
The writer leaned forward,
Putting everything down with mad haste.

Around him, the skeletons of his past laid, spread across the room -
Giving him inspiration while filling him with fear and madness.
At times he swore he could hear them speak,
After all, whenever he turned around, they were starring at him with a big smile on face.

Oh, how he had grown to enjoy that eeriness -
Smiling right on back.
Sometimes even starring at them for hours on end.
Talking,
Telling the

ApsaraFind me sunken into the
lotus field, bathing skin silvergreen,
waist-deep and pink

in sunset, and we will cry:
for three-faced elephants,
for rain,

for the dancers threading grace
between their fingertips—
until I dress in the heaviness,

a sarong of heat.

RejuvenationImmersed in Starlight
Dancing beneath a Blue Moon
Heart and Soul as One

DysthymiaThis here's my old friend
Whisperin' in my ear.
You see, he depends
Upon my despair and on my fear.
He tempts me, taunts me, tries me.
He treats me all afoul.
He keeps himself quite busy.
He's teasing me right now.
You may look upon this game, this race
And think that he offends,
But I'll keep smiling in his face
Until the bitter end.

The Erosion of LifeLife wears us down
Like the wind upon the dust,
Or like the mist and rain
Make these iron bars rust.

Weathered down
By pain and despair;
Now it seems to me
Misery hangs in the air

Cold and lifeless
Is my home and my soul.
I've lost all my drive,
And I've lost all control.

This is Tribulation,
But this is not Hell.
For such a peaceful place,
To me, would seem swell.

I'd dream of something better
If I dreamt anymore,
But instead I succumb
To all I abhor.

I'm not asking for help;
It's too late to save me.
All I ever wanted
Was love and your sympathy.

But, no, here I remain;
Forever alone
Because you passed me by
Wit

FearI am not afraid to die,
For it is inevitable, I cannot deny.
I am not afraid to live.
I will face any challenge it may give.
I don't fear monsters, spirits, or ghosts.
I don't fear beasts from distant coasts.
I don't fear men or their creations.
I don't fear wars with distant nations.
I fear not horrors written in pages
Or those on screens or performed on stages.
I don't fear anger from above.
I fear the loss of those I love.

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A Deal with the Demon

by ~TheLaughingDreamer, Dec 28, 2012, 1:31:59 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

She lay beneath the sun's searing flare
Her blood dripping
Into the silver river
Running down her cheeks
And through her hair
"Goodbye," she told the world

Once, this girl was a wealthy princess
Once she was too precious and priceless
Once, she wore the most beautiful dresses
She danced in balls of golden floors

They say the princess made a horrible deal
A deal with the demon of the gold and steel
They say the demon would give her a wheel
Of gold and diamonds if she let him "heal"
Her poor tired soul

The princess agreed for the wheel was tempting
In a matter of seconds her soul was empty
And the demon took over and was now attempting
To rule the whole kingdom and run it his way

The kingdom was corrupted, turned upside-down
And the king was murdered right beneath his crown
And the farmer was homeless and the doctor a clown
And the people rebelling, destroying each town
So they hunted the princess then left her to drown

Now the demon believed that his princess was useless
So he left her by the river, lonely and helpless
And there lay the princess
Broken and lifeless
She let out her last breath
In the bloody sundown

A Deal with the Demonby ~TheLaughingDreamer

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just trying to turn a story into a poem (again)

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~Aku-yume Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Amazing!

I could literally picture it in my mind.

~TheLaughingDreamer Dec 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you

~Moleboi Dec 28, 2012 Professional Writer

moral of the tale: beware of those bearing gifts

~TheLaughingDreamer Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Lol but maybe

~Norners Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow, I love it

~TheLaughingDreamer Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you

~Norners Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

No problem

~TiggiFrech Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is particularly amazing! Well done on the story/poem thingy you got going on!

~TheLaughingDreamer Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks a lot

~Hanachi-Shitsukki Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Unf I think this is absolutely amazing! The rhyming schemes are very poignant, and they remind me of Poe's theory that poetry is all about the sound - you really managed to get my attention the whole way through, and the story while very traditional and kept simple brings nice imagery to mind. Fav'd! ♥

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