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Qui Devorat said:
A family.
Not perfect.
Not normal.
But a family.

A life.
Not perfect
And not normal.
As you can see.

The first case of love
Ended in heartbreak
His mind being his heart
To a vampire's stake
They new the risk
Before they went to stoke
Dark powers beyond the world
And with it, his "sanity" was a joke.

She also saw the faces
Of those that had passed
Shades that remembered nothing
An old window newly glassed.
The pain was distracting
Away from her path it led
Was it the dead among the living
Or the living among the dead?
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What... The first part I like, but Jerion doesn't die, nor does Krialdria or Nira.
 
Wyverntamer said:
What... The first part I like, but Jerion doesn't die, nor does Krialdria or Nira.
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I didn't say they died.
I'm talking about how they did something that made Nira's first crush lose his marbles.
The second bit is about the dimensions bit.
The line "dead among the living, or the living among the dead" is self reflection.
She's thinking that could she be the dead one, or are they?
She's not really dead, but it's her thought. Her self doubt, her insecurity, her sorrow.
 
Qui Devorat said:
I didn't say they died.
I'm talking about how they did something that made Nira's first crush lose his marbles.
The second bit is about the dimensions bit.
The line "dead among the living, or the living among the dead" is self reflection.
She's thinking that could she be the dead one, or are they?
She's not really dead, but it's her thought. Her self doubt, her insecurity, her sorrow.
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Ah, I see, now it makes sense. :)
 
Understood, its just that we have studying a poem about aboriginal births and abuse in English so it was on my mind. If instead, you could do a poem about Hubble being brought down from space so that the James Webb telescope can be put up? Same format, thanks.
 
The Gentleman Narwhal said:
Understood, its just that we have studying a poem about aboriginal births and abuse in English so it was on my mind. If instead, you could do a poem about Hubble being brought down from space so that the James Webb telescope can be put up? Same format, thanks.
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Ok.
It will have to be done later at the moment, I am preoccupied at the moment.
 
The gazer of the stars
The eyes of a mite
To the glory of incomprehension
Opening the eyes of the blind.

The Earth's watch
Of the everlasting void
Showing us secrets and wonders
Glorifying some, casting down others.

As the decades tick by
The eye grows weak
In the presence of dust
And everlasting stillness.

The eye shall be reborn
Another avatar forged into the light
To once more cast upon the dark
Of the abyss that is creation.

The shell of the present
Dredged from the depths
Icarus in his tomb
To await the coming of Daedalus.
 
Thank you very much. I shall be sure to cherish it. Request no2:
A samurai who saw his village destroyed seeks vengeance on his enemies. It turns out that, in the end, he actually set the fire and razed it.
 
On the path you walk
The bloodshed you wreak
Tell me, ronin,
Is it vengeance you seek?

You have no qualms of killing
The young, the old, the frail
Is there more to what you tell
About others, of your tale?

Can you call vengeance
If the deed done by your part
Was your bloodthirsty urges
Influencing your black heart?

Is your final hours undeserved
As the executioner's blade sings?
Or is it hate, your bloodlust
Wishing for the death of all things?
 
Thanks again. Take a rest before this one, and prepare to write a six stanza long comparison between a yak and a woolly mammoth with a rhyming scheme and at least two uses of alliteration.
 
The Gentleman Narwhal said:
Thanks again. Take a rest before this one, and prepare to write a six stanza long comparison between a yak and a woolly mammoth with a rhyming scheme and at least two uses of alliteration.
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A mammoth.
A yak.
Whoever believes they're the same
Has had their mind crack.

Massive Mammoths have tusks
That serve as a shield
To protect, to strike out
At those who wish him to yield.

A yak, in contrast
Hold none but two of horn
As a colossal battering ram
With which limbs are torn.

Mammoths are like elephants
Big, strong, long nose
While yaks are like Bulls
Their charges like power throws.

So yaks thunder in with a sickening smash
And Mammoths run through with tusks of bone
And both victims end up in pieces
Their only last action is to moan.

Mammoths are covered with a fuzzy fur coat
Just like the grazing yak.
But one is bigger and heightens the chance
That if angered, you won't come back.
 
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