| The Nightmare's Beginning. |


ThresholdI am the blackgate keeper, your great unhallowed reaper. So come to me, dear seeker, my only faithless leaper.Threshold
Take a breath and time to weep And then together may we reap Of all the wonders that we seek And see them to their final sleep.
Seek shelter in my shadow, and rise again aflame. And keep your wounds wide open, so I may share your shame.
I will match your will to leap Watch your creeping forward crawl I will catch you as you sleep Rush to meet your flying fall
Chasms are deceptive Breaching miles of loss Yet when seen from f


Into the LightHe awoke to the sound of his own screaming.Into the Light
It was as confusing as alarming. Nothing was hurting him. He was comfortable and warm, safe and sightless, surrounded by walls. Until now, the only sound he had ever heard was that of himself living. He only knew the scream for what it was by virtue of instinct.
He puzzled over it, trying to conceive of any distress. He searched his senses, but he could find no reason to fear and understood no pain. Yet, he was still screaming. He could not sleep well, for the disturbance, but he did not know how to stop it. He did not even know how he was doing it.
That was st


Calling YouDo you feel the thunder?Calling You
Will you see the light?
Can you hear the wind singing,
Calling in the night
Calling you...
Show me what it means to fly
Slash and tear across the sky
Thrust your wings into the black
Racing lightning at your back
Capture the starlight
Don't let it escape
My tears are falling
The storm is calling
Calling me...
There's a wild wind crying for war to start
There's a white light tearing my dreams apart
There's a firestorm brewing deep in my heart
And the rain keeps falling,
Falling for
| I'm just another writer, hoping someone will take a few minutes to scan my words, and maybe remember a few of them. |
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Star avatar by the amazingly talented *Kaylink
Consider the daffodil. And while youre doing that, Ill be over here, looking through your stuff.
Thank you so much for the watch. Best wishes.
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...wait, did I just type that out loud?
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Never underestimate the power of an underestimated woman!
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'Very few people get to sing their own song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish, or too honest, or too odd. So people live their songs instead.' Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
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