Reverie The nameless Child of the Shadows watched surreptitiously from the inky darkness. The mesmerizing beauty that captivated his senses, fluttered high above him – Ambrosia, the Daughter of the Light. Ambrosia was an ethereal creature, just as intangible as the air, with a form of a young woman and a pair angelic wings. She danced a slow-moving, fluid dance, as she gracefully shifted her shape, always returning to her womanly figure. A subtle, unearthly radiance emanated from her being. She infused her silent watcher with life and illuminated the black depths of his heart.Reverie
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Locked Away Deep, deep down below unchartered waters, beneath the roaring waves, resting on the murky seabed was a tiny wooden chest. It was no bigger than two shoeboxes stacked one on top of the other and one could not really call it a treasure chest or a pirate’s sunken treasure as it did not appear worthy of such fancy titles. It was just a dull, unembellished, putrefying little chest that held neither gold nor silver, neither an assortment of precious stones nor other worldly treasures. It would not make its discoverer wealthy; not even close. The most secret sea-dwellers and the darkest of creatures did not botherLocked Away
Nevermore: Chapter 2 At long last, peace had been re-established in Spain. After ten years of many gruelling battles, the Granada War had finally come to an end in 1492. The keys to the Alhambra Palace had been surrendered over to the Castilian soldiers. Zacharias had more on his mind than just all the celebrations around him. His mother had been a cook in Lord Victor’s mansion for many long years before the war had begun. In the weekends, when Zacharias had an off from school, he used to help his mother out in the mansion’s enormous kitchen. He tried leNevermore: Chapter 2
Nevermore: Chapter 1 Isuara walked out of the room. Her footsteps traced a long, carpeted corridor that eventually led to the decadent splendour of a once beautiful garden. The ethereal fog that shrouded the garden seemed to have stagnated along with everything else she laid here eyes upon and the wind, if present, failed to ruffle the fire that was her hair. “What ever happened to the soothing breeze of my past?” she pondered aloud. Had the ghastly tragedy managed to affect that as well?Nevermore: Chapter 1
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R.I.P.
Lonely
..and guess who?
And erm.. the poem no longer exists..!
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Born an original, why die a copy?
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Born an original, why die a copy?
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If you were a king up there on your throne
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Born an original, why die a copy?
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