November*edit - Got rid of the purple prose, too.
~Cogidubnus
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River MaidenRiver MaidenRiver Maiden
Child of the summer reaping daughter of the harvest moon drowsy highnoon fires leaping faery that departs too soon
This child of the autumn rill wand'rer of rime and wintertide, sees, but never follows, 'till he's done with the cold hillside
But even as the north wind blows and scatters autumn's embers o'er the ground to me thy footstep shows where grasses grow beneath the flower
Eternal as the amaranth, bright in sun and winter snow, her cheeks as red as jacinth her hair like sunset's glow
by ~Cogidubnus
Starry EyedStarry EyedStarry Eyed
Seasons of spring dawn in the vernal air, and bright-high the sun burns in the sky, but all my love still is for autumn fair, and for all the bright stars ensnared, by my, my Queen of Autumn's dusky eye, so wreathed in fire, and lit by flames, that like splinters of light in jet encased, like celestial sparks burned ever higher, like diamonds in black – they are stars in her set by some immortal hand, so that softly for her, all heavens have wept.
And all my wonder outcries her increase, as daily 'round me, her fires do wreathe
by ~Cogidubnus
HavenIf I was the King of Dreams, and held all music, soft and sweet, I'd kiss thy forehead framed in wings, and call thee sweetly back to sleep,Haven
And if I was the King of Songs, and sleep was but a dream to me, my song would wake the dead in throngs, and thunderous claim my love for thee,
And if I was the King of Storms, and all my rage was wrath outcrying, The Haven still would be thy form, and thy name be Peace, undying.
by ~Cogidubnus
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Bullshit is only laudable amongst those who bullshit, and know it, and are full enough of it to be amused.
But, ah...
Life distracts. I should check here more often, and post a few scraps that I have lying around, I think...
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Her eyes, through which crystal tears gave light
shone like the moon on water, seen by night
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Bullshit is only laudable amongst those who bullshit, and know it, and are full enough of it to be amused.
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Her eyes, through which crystal tears gave light
shone like the moon on water, seen by night
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Bullshit is only laudable amongst those who bullshit, and know it, and are full enough of it to be amused.
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"It isn't how hard you can hit, but how hard you can get hit and keep going."
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Hey, thanks for the watch, though. :3
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Her eyes, through which crystal tears gave light
shone like the moon on water, seen by night
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"It isn't how hard you can hit, but how hard you can get hit and keep going."
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Bullshit is only laudable amongst those who bullshit, and know it, and are full enough of it to be amused.
Ahem. Something like that, yes. Tired and exhausted. Once the school year starts, I'll hopefully have a bit more free time to write and critique.
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Her eyes, through which crystal tears gave light
shone like the moon on water, seen by night
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