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cupid, n. The so-called god of love. This bastard creation of a barbarous fancy was no doubt inflicted upon mythology for the sins of its deities.
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cupid, n. The so-called god of love. This bastard creation of a barbarous fancy was no doubt inflicted upon mythology for the sins of its deities.
Embraced by branches,. Dressed in leaves,. Enlightened by sunlight,. Chest filled with a breeze,. Eyes of molten silver,. Chocolate smooth skin,. A sigh to enchant all,. Birdsong played with violin,.
Black sails on the horizon Jealous Iseult tells me, Grief swells over like a wave My love, how can it be.
You can hear me running Tiptoe through the trees Teasing your clothes and hair, Laughing, wings on my heels, Or you can hear me roaring As I showcase all my might, Hell hath no fury like a woman...
The flowers woven into her long ginger hair. The delicate fabrics of her dress flair. Her beautiful skin soft and fair. One has no choice but to stop and stare.
I felt like taking a break from soppy poems, and I've decided to ask all citizens of Opuss: 'Myth?' (Soz, I'm a bit obsessed with some of these animals, and I'm hoping to find that I'm not the only...
[Inspired by @bryanrobertheap and @aleishagayle20] Purple fire will melt my feet, I'll wander over to the Lord to meet, I will kneel in eternal flames, Unheard words will voice my appeal, Skin will...
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz buzzzy buzz buzz. Shut up you stupid swot-worthy smudge -to-be. How can something so small have this affect on me?. Get out of my hair you buzz-ridden wannabe.
"Perfect." Jackie smiles "now give me the necklace." says Jackie holding her hand out." I reach into my back pocket and grab the necklace to Jackie, assuming this is that was what she ment.
Track me for days. cannot escape. you come in so many ways. you always take. I don't want to meet you yet. when I finally do. I know I'll never forget. who could ever forget you.
-let bygones be bygones?- It's death by tales, We thought were true. But now revealed To be something new. And deep within A hint of regret Towards this path of destruction We warriors are set.
Warning swear words and religious insults. All in good humour and fun. If this may offend you, don't read. Simples.
So I'm the creature of the dark The one that you call death I sneak up in the dead of night And steal your final breath In Ancient China long ago I went to do the same The Emperor lay in his bed I...
You were once up high, A picture of purity, A beacon of love. You were worshiped as an angel. Sent from heaven to this earth. But these are now dark days. What once was pure was given away cheaply.
The Goddess of beauty, love and light. Wanted to take on the goddess of night. She sent visions to dark princes head. Of a virgin laid on a bed. Laid in sheets with skin so bare.
Long ago he had left his land, an outcast to his kin. Now he walked in shadows, for an uncommitted sin. He had been his people's hero, their protector and their lord.
I thought I'd dare to reach for heaven, It burned my tongue and tore my skin, Then left me bare in pit and thorn, My dreams abducted my fountain dried, In a hollow shell I’m made to belong, I...
Massive Nazirite, Such a liar and a tease. 'Wrap me in ropes, wrap me in strings.' A poor woman in need of help, your victim.
Thor may have started a little wrong.
Flawless was her image, with not an imperfection found. Like a perfectly formed diamond, liberated from the ground. Her skin was without blemish, her beauty unsurpassed.
Warrior you've battled, and hardened in your heart. Screams for mercy you cast aside as limbs you cut apart. Never frightened of battle, it's your dreams that haunt you now.
In The Beginning, People Had Nothing. Their Bodies Ached and Their Hearts Held Nothing But Hatred. They Fought Endlessly But Death Never Came. They Despaired Stuck In The Eternal Quagmire.
Long ago, the people of the Brittish Isles believed that the universe was created by a Giant Wolf. Its massive pawprints filled to make the oceans and the gaps between the toes became the land.
Coiled up; His golden green scales, Crested head held aloft, Housing carbuncle eyes Glittering with malace, His terrible intentions unclear...