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The fresh-faced warriorcut down before the sun had time to retreat.Naked and exposedin the glow of fading warmth for everyone to see.How did he forget his shield?when he told himself every day"This be a war where spears are thrown"Continue
Every little white starwho deigns to sparkleand sprinklehis tiny armsinto the burly black night-coat;I will think of your face in them.quiet achieversbraveburning so brightly and so magnificentlydiligent, truthful, kind and pure.you were a white…Continue
She won't wear vintage hand-me-downs, Unless they are Victorian. She covets Anastasia's gowns And drives a cute DeLorean.Her friends are from thespian camp, To protect the country's grammar. The lovely viscountess of vamp Instructs language with…Continue
De-rail not, the sacred is the mysterious(Though, some will not call you there)Let shadows fall . . . Believe in the waterfall,with faith unconquerablefor if your eyelids should drop - even for a moment,this waterfall in our hearts - can never be…Continue