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For @overskill a dedicated follower. I stare at the enterance to the maze. Once I enter, I may never leave. I gulp. Then square my shoulders and enter. It's dark.
My little loving lighthouse Vigilant and true Burns bright, surpassing starshine, Celestial guide to you.
Adonta ta melê Beneath the treetops calling Echo, Echo through your cave Pan or Zeus: your lovers cruel Black on blue A steak disclaimer Back and backward to the blade Papa's failing, Mother's...
I leapt across the styx, leering at its feebleness. I had simply made my anchor to mortality a lock of my jet black hair.
RAMA AND THE LOVE GIRLS . Rama was out by the lake one day when he saw three beautiful women walk pass. He leaped up and took one of them by the hand. Her name was Kiki.
That moment when you lose yourself and your earthly body melts away. Lifted, soaring on passion, it makes the spirit dance and sway.
Her head flew back, her hands went out and Her senses did go wild, On that famous day when Athena's temple was defiled. A random Grecian outburst, there will be more refined ones.
Listen to my sweet, sweet song As I beatify the Land of the Dead With my ditties and tunes for you, m'lord To save my love who was sped.
There lay a box, Of sparkling gold. Was told not to look in it, Because of what could unfold. Curious girl went over, And gently prized off the lid. She threw it back on the ground, She went and hid.
It was going to take him ages, to get there, he couldn't fly. Not like those silly fairies, bumble bees and butterflies.
Prim looked down at her pearl necklace. She counted the beads. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5," she would carry on until 15. Each day she added a new one.
She flew too close to the sun that day, that fateful afternoon in May. Feathers were falling, no more soaring. She flew too close to the sun. She had of course been told, by those as wise as old.
A monster born of wind and lies, Holding greedy sin in yellow eyes, With a virgin girl's head, Forever lost in unwed, Talons to bleed the dead, Flesh never left un-shred, Great grey wings of...
To fly.
I was only picking flowers Just minding my own way, Artemis and Athena, In the meadow we did play. I was quite a catch you know, Apollo, Hermes as my suitors.
The Goddess of night yet she still embraces the star light,. Radiant daughter born of air, illuminating white skin so fair,. Subduer of gods and man as well, the bringer of dreams or visions of hell,.
(Fanfic, had to get this idea outta my head. I do not own characters or show, all belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Mummy, besides the plot. OH.
I Am back to that same place to that cell I once escape. I can't turn the clock back, am trap.. I keep commiting the same crimes..