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Clarilye

פנטזיה

In ancient times, this forest was a holy place, but now its
name has been lost to man, for man tends to forget such
wonders. There was a time when even man was innocent and
would walk these paths of old with the faeries.

Dark Angel

אימה

It started with dreams... nightmares really. They were
dreams of death and decay, of crime and murder. But those
were not frightening to me. In fact, I'd rather enjoyed
them.

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Broken Lens

Seeing through a broken glass,
Not seeing through the pasture grass.
Insanity reaching critical mass,
Waiting for nothing in my mind to pass

Descent

And so it shall Descend
Bringing us the bitter end
End of days we cannot fend
What war has torn we cannot mend

Sonnet

סונטה

Stroking soft curls of a coppery shade
Staring at the stormy blue of your eye
Such beauty from where the heaven was made
The envy of the Gods up in the sky

The Cycle

Born again into the light
The eastern sun now shining bright
The dawn returning into sight
And daytime raptors taking flight

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Bad Moon

In all these years it often seems as though the moonlight
always beams
Into my nightmares and my dreams, a moon that beames so
cruel and harsh
Upon this damp, unholy marsh

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1. These Endless Fields

"Do you ever think about getting out of here?" He asked
Sally McMason, who was the only sister of the neighboring
farm he could stand to talk to. leaning back on a tree and
staring at the endless golden plains, he could even admit to
himself that he liked

Mis[take it back]

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