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Poetic License / RE: Layonara Online - Search Forums
« on: May 04, 2005, 04:18:00 pm »
hehe *presses refresh and waits for a new perspective*

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Poetic License / The Masquerade Party
« on: May 02, 2005, 07:05:00 pm »
The Masquerade Party

Fleeing the house, the leaves crunched under fast flying feet
these cracking corpses of summer dance with whirling winds and meet

   he feels this

Hurriedly hustling down the twisting trail
Sneering shadows of night, stalking winds wail

   Loneliness
   It hits him like an avalanche of boulders crashing into the lake of his mind
   splashing out all his sinister thoughts onto the shores of his swollen skull


What had he seen? Impossible imaginations knitting nightmares anew
Not nightmares, terrible truths

   Now the lake was only tumors of purplection amid craters of emptiness,
   Emptiness encompassing, creeping closer to consume


Memory finally fought its way to the front of his fanatic mind:
He had seen the demons dancing, entrancingly intricate
They opened the heavy door for him, a hostess of hell hearkened him hither
Everywhere these fallen from grace gulped from goblets blood,
Red and rich, reassuringly drawing him deeper into the discord
Then a flood of fear forced need to flee, and with tenacious flight tore through tranquil night
Cold and tired he fell over, his hands on his knees. Exhaustion fed on his bones and flourished through his veins, seducing him towards treacherous trance
Mind racing, heart pounding under a sky sadistically stark of stars, like the moon, he was pale and alone
He cried in desperation, hopelessly hoping help would hear

          Even the night shivered as some tangible horror crept around him like predator, patiently watching,  waiting

And his voice wavered, wound through the wood
If he’d escaped why did he feel he would die where he stood?

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