A long time ago in a land far away,
Where dragons flew as knights would slay,
The sky was on fire with mite and rage,
With a dragons exhale, at its final age.
But in this land of blood and gore,
Was hope and lust and love above all,
It wasn’t just fear that kept people awake,
But also hope, and love that they want to take.
To find another, your love or soulmate.
Is practically impossible, it’s no-ones fate.
But let’s go to the part where one would understand,
A girl who found love which was unplanned.
She never wished for princes, but preferred the thieves,
A man that’s tough with masculinity that never leaves.
One day at dawn he finally came,
With a body on his shoulder, her father, he would claim,
She cried out loud and then shut down,
Thanked him sorrowfully with a strange frown,
A frown of anger, but she wasn’t upset,
She walked away with a graceful silhouette.
He stood there shocked for this was new,
She was sad, then angry, and then withdrew,
He didn’t understand how she changed in a click,
Should she not care? It happened so quick!
He left her grounds and rode on home,
Lit a fire and sat there alone.
He couldn’t get her out of his head,
So mysterious and she seemed unwed,
Is she real? Such beauty and wonder?
A woman who didn’t speak but had the presence of thunder.
He felt sudden tiredness wash over him,
He was drained and ached from limb to limb,
He shaked his body and shook his head,
Ate, and washed, and headed to bed.
As he faded off to sleep,
He saw her face with grief embedded deep,
But something wasn’t right, she wasn’t sad,
Her face contorted and she looked a bit mad!
An evil smile spread onto her face,
But her eyes looked into, holding his embrace,
It held him in his own personal jail cell,
His palms got sweaty and his heart would swell.
He got up and paced and caught his own reflection,
The five o’clock shadow in his beautiful complexion,
But beauty comes in different ways,
This man wears the sins he repays,
Rough and rugged, covered in his victims blood,
And scars that are so misunderstood.
His mind went back to an earlier time,
To his first kill, the very first crime,
A sword in the chest that ended a life,
And made him crave blood on his knife.
He can feel the adrenaline coursing through,
And even now that feeling feels new,
It never drowns, it’s like an addiction,
To take a life is such an infliction.
He went back to bed, his thoughts now changed,
To the lust of blood that makes him deranged.
But meanwhile, elsewhere in the world,
On her bed, in a ball she was curled,
Thinking of her father made her sad,
But not as much as it should of had,
Her father was kind, but so very meek,
It made him powerless and so very weak,
In her head, men should be strong,
With the stench of his victims and his armies song.
She did care he was dead, but not in the right way,
She would miss him now, but only this day,
She didn’t want to waste time mourning the dead,
She hated emotion and sadness she would shred.
The following day in a world of pain,
Woke two people who were the same,
They felt very little, but knew too much,
And this perk would bring them together as such.
You can call it coincidence or perhaps fate,
And it happened quickly so they wouldn’t wait.
A job came in and the man got ready,
Keeping the anticipation calm and steady,
His job wasn’t to kill this time, but to protect,
A woman of power that had respect,
A ‘ponce’ he thought, ‘oh what glee’,
A stuck up bitch with a royal decree.
He left the home all prepared,
Thought of his previous jobs and compared,
Why would they ask him to take this one,
He was a fighter and his age hadn’t gone,
Well I suppose 32 is old in this job,
It isn’t for everyone, and life it does rob,
But he’s the best in this whole role,
For he is gifted with a blackened soul.
He never asks who he has to kill,
He just gets on with it, and that’s a skill,
His meeting point is by the witches cave,
The witches are well known and a huge power slave,
Their magic is great, and there’s some bad and good,
He’s killed some bad ones since he knighthood.
But most witches aren’t too bad,
It’s got better since the death of the triad.
The worst things for him are orcs and trolls,
The sight and smell of them can melt all souls.
The dawn has broken and the sky is rich,
It’s an hour long ride, which goes by without a glitch.
He sees the cave, its magnificent and grand,
A temple of magic, the only one in all the land.
Witches began dying out years ago,
Their significance has made them all lie low,
Witches are hard to find amongst common folk,
They tend to hide, like an invisible cloak,
They’re worth so much that men would kill,
To enslave a witch for his own little thrill.
He hears a grunt and follows the sound,
A look of disgust he sees as he turns around,
A warlock is in his sights,
One of which he’s had many fights.
He’s sneaky and sly and not to be trusted,
He shifts his weight so his sword’s adjusted,
A little threat to the vermin ahead,
He notices and a grin has spread,
He’s wanting to test him to see if he’ll try,
To rip out his heart and watch him die.
His hand remains on the top of his sword,
The warlock shakes his head like he’s bored.
‘This way good sir’ he says with sarcastic tone,
He gestures to cave doors, which is made of stone.
They walk down tunnels and he can’t quite believe,
The beauty and architecture that he can perceive,
The ‘cave’ is bigger than many castles he’s seen,
Merged underground like a magical machine.
Such beauty he sees and so much to take in,
With so much magic in the air, it prickles his skin.
Witches and warlocks look him up and down,
He’s an imposter here with a reputation to renown.
He’s killed some of their people, from fathers to daughter,
Right now he feels all the souls he had to slaughter.
They arrive at their destination at last,
With people crowding behind him with the ghosts of his past.
An old woman sits ahead, glaring at him coldly,
He straightens up and glares back at her boldly,
She takes the hint, that he’s not scared,
‘You here to protect a witch’ she stands and declared.
‘Apparently so’ he says with amusement,
‘Aria’ she shouts ‘and let me present’,
‘The one you must protect with all means’,
The girl walks out in one of those slow motion scenes.
His heart speeds up and he hears nothing more,
She walks towards him with deep blue eyes to adore,
He can’t feel anything, he can’t stop the stare,
Gliding over her tanned skin and long black hair,
Her lips look soft and so delicious,
Wearing a tribal warrior outfit that makes me suspicious.
He snaps out of the fuzziness in his mind,
And sees the markings on her, how could he be so blind,
She’s a witch for sure, but incredibly rare,
She’s an elemental of fire, earth, water and air.
He must look shocked, but she slowly grins,
‘you know what I am, then so it begins’.
An elemental is a powerful creature,
Not quite a witch but some similarities they feature,
They can control energy as well as magic,
But all have been killed due to past tragic,
You see, they can’t be controlled or enslaved,
People were scared of them, with the way some behaved,
So out of exhausting every plan,
Kings and queens killed every elemental child and man.
None survived, or so I was told,
But this beauty in front of me is what I behold.
I’m briefed about the mission and what lies ahead,
I must get ‘Aria’ to Savan, the land of the dead,
Demons of hades know she’s alive,
So we must move quick if we want to survive,
I begin to worry about what we will face,
I have magic of my own that comes in a murderous grace,
It’s hard to control and I don’t like to use it,
It takes over my body to a darkness I won’t submit.
See, here’s my secret, a dark soul for sure,
I was born in hell, but a place in heaven I want to secure,
Despite all the evil I’ve done, I can’t go back,
To the fires of hell and a leader who’s a maniac.
Going to Savan is a risk for me,
For I’m a fugitive of a high degree,
I escaped and betrayed a powerful leader,
To be more than a servant of an evil breeder.
I was of equal strength and his right hand man,
I’ve managed to hide so long being as invisible as I can,
Even with my reputation they haven’t yet found me,
I’ve managed a normal-ish life that’s been quite free,
But I suppose the time has come that I must face the past,
I knew it would happen, but the time has come at last.
She stared at him, he looked so troubled,
His mind was racing and she sensed the worry that bubbled,
He then shook his head and determination appeared,
She found herself attracted to the strength he geared.
He nodded to the old lady, and turned to leave,
She followed as she let go of all she grieved.
They walked in silence for a while,
Both were too busy with all the thoughts they each compile.
A day had passed and they both hadn’t spoke,
They both had memories in which they had woke,
He sat down in a wooded surrounding,
With a bit of wind and the nature sounds resounding.
He lit of fire, his mind was far away,
Thinking of tactics to keep his enemy at bay,
She studied him with such confusion,
He was different from other men, she felt the magical intrusion.
She could sense what power other people possessed,
His was more powerful than anyone else she had assessed,
She felt the darkness within his soul,
It was terrifying to feel, but it didn’t make him whole,
She sensed something else, the magic of light,
A good magic which is always down to a birth right,
He was truly unique of this she knew,
An angel perhaps? Or one in review?
He felt her watching him, reading more than she should,
He began making a fire from the surrounding wood,
He wondered if she knew his true identity,
For he could feel inside an unknown entity.
He knew where he was born, but his memories are vague,
He wasn’t like demons, the darkness was just a plague,
It didn’t completely consume him and drive him to insanity,
Instead it made him run towards humanity,
This is strange as demons would usually feed,
On human’s emotions for their own greed.
He felt disappointed at her current confusion,
How could she work him out, it was his delusion,
“stop that” he said as he turned and glared,
She ignored him and carried on like she hadn’t heard,
His anger was bubbling and he grabbed her arm,
She sensed his rage and knew he would harm,
She left his mind, and he let go,
Would he really hurt her? For this she didn’t know.
She laid her head back and looked at the sky,
Counting the stars to pass time and occupy.
He eventually returned, by this time it was dark,
“sorry” he grunted, and that was his only remark,
They sat in silence and she sensed him well,
Feelings awakened from where they would dwell,
This was strange and she hoped he didn’t know,
How his smell, his presence made her glow,
The fire part in her was always the most prominent,
Taking over the elements and becoming dominant,
It made her deadly and also very rare,
As other elementals were weaker, but no, not her.
She often dreamed of being a ‘normal’ person,
No magic or burden that with age would worsen.
He was sat looking at her as she glared at the stars,
But her eyes were only seeing her previous memoirs,
He knew that feeling better than most,
It was like living in a shadow of a previous ghost,
He wanted to say something, but where should he start?
He was used to isolation not the social art,
Then out of nowhere in a whisper he said,
“Kaveh, is my name” and she turned her head,
She looked at him as if she knew his name,
Then masked her shock at his claim.
“You know my name” he said with confusion,
“I’ve heard of one”, was her conclusion,
“A name in my dreams that calls to me”,
“But the face is something I never see”,
She spaced out a minute to try and recall,
The figure in her dreams, the one who would fall,
She shook her head but couldn’t see clearly,
And looked at him and shrugged sincerely.
“If you don’t know you, then neither do I”,
“I can read only what you feel, the rest I can’t clarify”,
“But there’s something strange in all your power”,
“You must learn it yourself, but do not cower”,
“It holds the answers you need to see”,
“Then all will make sense and clarity”,
She rolled onto her side, to tell him she had finished,
The glow she had was fading, then diminished.
He knew what she meant but wouldn’t accept it,
As his magic scared him he just couldn’t omit,
He laid down on the ground and stared at the sky,
Whispering “help me father find the who and why”,
He exhaled deeply feeling tired and drained,
Today had undug too many memories restrained,
He was exhausted from it and needed to sleep,
For tomorrow would bring more memories buried deep.
He wakes before dawn having barely slept,
The demon inside wants to intercept,
He remembers something once said to him,
And it stirs emotions and sound goes dim;
“Kaveh, the darkness comes and never leaves,
For we are nothing more than thief’s,
We steal the truth and use a lie,
To hide the secrets, we defy.
But in the darkness is a flick of light,
An anomaly we try to fight,
People are scared of what they don’t know,
But this is how feelings begin to grow.
Grab the light and take a leap,
To understand the warmth people seek,
It’s rather rare to have this feeling,
A happiness that will keep on revealing.
Don’t let doubts creep in about the past,
Cause the darkness will take over and kill it fast.
So grab the light and embrace the unknown,
It’s better than feeling alone”.
Instantly he remembers the angels voice,
It finally makes sense, she was giving him a choice,
The choice to leave hell for Earth,
For another chance for him to rebirth.
Even with this knowledge the light within,
Feels foreign to him, where would he begin?
He gives up thinking of where to start,
For now, they must pack so they can depart.
He looks to where ‘Aria’ was laid,
But she isn’t there, where has she strayed?
He hears a noise in the woods ahead,
Grabs his sword ready for blood to be shred,
But nothing comes so he goes to inspect,
Nothing is there for him to suspect.
He continues walking quietly into the trees,
Hearing a soft moan, and then he sees,
‘Aria’ in a waterfall getting herself clean
His eyes transfixed on what has been seen,
He stands confused, what does he do?
Go back to camp or enjoy the view?
It’s very rare he finds a woman appealing,
But she is more than a woman that keep him feeling,
He shuns the word ‘feeling’ and turns to walk away,
“I can sense you, you know” she says to his dismay,
He turns to face her; she’s wearing a grin,
“Are you going to keep staring, or are you getting in?”
He can’t quite believe it, he almost agreed,
But remembers they should be travelling at a quicker speed,
“Get dressed” he said “we must go”,
And he turned on his heels and walked back slow.
In the waterfall she smiled with glee,
How long has it been since she felt this free?
She finishes off and head for the shore,
She’s enjoying this freedom and just wants more.
When she was born she was one of a kind,
Anyone else her age she could not find,
It made life boring, all she did was learn,
And fun was banned as her teachers were stern,
She gave up on the fact that men like him could exist,
Such beauty and danger that she couldn’t resist,
Is why elementals were killed,
Cause they were always looking be fulfilled?
I know the feeling of control that we hate,
We are one with the Earth so we can dilate.
Aria gets dressed and heads back to where they stayed,
A demon stands there with his knives displayed,
“Are you going to come gently” the beast did growl,
He started to walk forward with his predatory prowl,
She begins to summon the fire deep inside,
But as it’s building a moon like blade goes into his side,
Kaveh is there looking ready to kill,
They collide with each other as blood will spill,
Aria energy build and she tries to aim her fire,
But she can’t get a clear shot, away from her esquire.
Kaveh can feel the anger and rage flowing inside,
The demon is struggling his magic is time,
He rips the demon apart bit by bit,
Until nothing is left and the demons body is split,
The demon drops to ground, lifeless and cold,
Kaveh fights with himself to get controlled.
Aria stands in shock as what she’s just seen,
That wasn’t the man she knew, it was obscene.
Kaveh wipes the blood off his face,
He cleans himself up and looks at the demon with disgrace,
“We must move quick, they’ll find him soon”,
He looks at the sky lightening and gone was the moon,
“They must have thought you was alone” he said,
Not looking at her, but walking ahead.
“We lost too much time, we slept too long”,
And with the was silence as we walking along…..
Comment if you’d like to read more to see what happens next…
June 2, 2016 at 12:07 pm
Reblogged this on The darkest fairytale and commented:
Ok my very talented twin has wrote a story using the rhymes we love. Please take a look.
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June 2, 2016 at 1:17 pm
Brilliant poem – biggest than my biggest poem! LOL! 😀
During the battle with the demon, I almost expected Aria to aim her Magic (accidentally, of course) at Kaveh. I was relieved when she didn’t. 🙂
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June 2, 2016 at 1:20 pm
And I was amazed to see the bold words at the end of the post! 😀 Of course, I shall love to read the rest, if you want to share! 🙂
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June 2, 2016 at 3:02 pm
Excellent. Would love to read more, with refinement and the right illustrations this would make a great story book!
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June 2, 2016 at 3:23 pm
Thedarkestfairytale brought me here. This is outstanding!!! Please let there be more. I love a good rhyme and this had me hooked the story is great and the way it’s being told flows wonderfully. I really do hope you have more planned this was great!!!
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June 2, 2016 at 4:55 pm
Part two is about a cheer-leading squad call shaved and shiny! hehe x
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June 2, 2016 at 5:14 pm
Ahahahaha!!!! That really made me laugh. I’m glad noone else is here, trying to explain this would be…erm…interesting to say the least.
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June 2, 2016 at 5:19 pm
Hahahahah, especially if you get those outfits made, we should start a story of this to tell people our travels. HHa well did you get caught x
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June 2, 2016 at 7:20 pm
Luckily I didn’t get caught, it was quite the outburst. Haha. Oh yes we totally should turn it into a story. I should have done that today while I was out writing in the sun but I had quite a few other things to work on. It would be a really fun project and I’m sure people would enjoy it. I might mock up a plan I’d it’s quiet at work tomorrow.
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June 2, 2016 at 7:30 pm
Sun in Scotland, well that’s a story of its own, I hope you had suncream, hehe, I don’t think no one will understand, I would and probably have a good laugh 🙂
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June 2, 2016 at 8:27 pm
As long as one person laughs them it’s worth it. Yes the sun has been wonderful these past two days for me. You must have misses my poem this morning called ‘Burnt’. You should have a look it explains everything in the simplest of details. I did have suncream just might have put it on too late. These are the only days im going to get in the sun this year I can’t be blames for being a tad over excited!! Haha
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June 2, 2016 at 8:36 pm
i am so going to read that, read a couple of what you have done. hahah the excitement will wear off when your skin is peeling and your blistering 🙂
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June 2, 2016 at 8:44 pm
Very true. It’s already quite painful to have a bath. Oh does the water sting. I may have to get up earlier tomorrow in anticipation of it taking longer than normal cause of the searing pain. Haha. Yeah, I’ve put up quite a bit today, the sunshine has upped my productivity. I threw on a photo of my burnt red arm as well just to give it context. I think my legs are worse…or my nose. My mum says I’m still pretty though. Ahaha!!!
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June 2, 2016 at 8:56 pm
simple just dont bath- you might need to warn others though, lovely i would have seen your feet and arm in one day, baby steps and that 🙂 well listen to your mum, she cooks and cleans so she is right x
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June 2, 2016 at 9:10 pm
I wish that were an option but I’m so conditioned to it before work I fear I’ll already have ran one in a half asleep state and then if I don’t use it its a waste of water. Yes you are getting quite the intimate tour, I never knew I was such a tease. Yes yes mother is always right but to be fair she does make most of the mess so she really should be the one doing the cleaning. Haha.
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June 2, 2016 at 9:16 pm
haha, i am already feel at a virtual first base, is this how recluses date hehe,
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June 2, 2016 at 9:31 pm
Hmmm, I don’t know. I’ll ask Google…Huh, apparently it’s an updated version of hermit courting for the digital age. Hermits used to leave messages in each others caves often scratched into the wall and when they wanted things to get a little more serious they’d wave their legs and arms at the entrance to the cave of the one they were interested in. They’d keep the rest of their body hidden out of sight and so the relationship would grow. I’d link you to the fascinating article but I think it’s possible I made it up.
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June 2, 2016 at 9:46 pm
wow we have so many conversations on many posts i cant keep up haha, we will stick to this one and merge, hahah i am so googling this shit now, hermit dating hehe x
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June 2, 2016 at 9:55 pm
Yeah I noticed that, but they are separate threads of madness. Not you of course mostly me. It’s going to get to the point where we’ll just resort to an email chain so everything gets covered. Oh I don’t think you’ll find anything. I have a special Google that let’s me find made up stuff…wait…I think that’s just Wikipedia. I was quite proud when I found (made up) the hermit courting, it makes so much sense!!
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June 2, 2016 at 9:57 pm
Haha, Wiki is the best source of bullshit, yes the hermit made sense, in small doses, I think we should make a wiki page for the hermit then everyone can get roped into our crazy shit x
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June 2, 2016 at 10:05 pm
You give me way too much homework. Don’t get me wrong I love it all but there’s only so much time in the day. Haha. I’ve never made a fake wiki page. I’m really interested it this idea. Tomorrow is going to be a productive day, I really hope I’m not busy at work.
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June 2, 2016 at 10:30 pm
Haha I thought that,I am like a slave driver, you not tanning tomorrow? Or you giving the lobster skin a break x
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June 2, 2016 at 10:37 pm
Yes, yes you are. Why I put up with it we’ll never know. Sadly no tanning tomorrow im working at 8 so I’ll miss all the good sun. Might be for the best. It might be my bedroom light but I think it’s worse now. I was going to wear white trousers tomorrow aswell, but the red might shine through.
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June 2, 2016 at 10:46 pm
Haha is the bedroom light tanning you even more, well this is what happens when you live in a place where to sun won’t shine. Oh now red and white might clash x
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June 2, 2016 at 10:55 pm
I hope not. It’s off now just to be safe. Yes I know it’s my own fault for worshiping the big ball of fire in the sky but in my defence I’m just as bad when it snows. Out all day freezing and building things. I don’t know what’s worse sunburn or catching a cold. Now I do want to avoid clashing but I need light stuff tomorrow as the office is like a sauna on warm days.
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June 2, 2016 at 11:04 pm
Ahh yes, can you not worship a shine or something normal and less harmful 🙂 catching cold is alot better. And when you say building things are you talking about a snow man haha
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June 2, 2016 at 11:22 pm
I suppose I could, but I always make terrible choices. Actually it starts with a snowman, he usually has a dog too. There may be some dress up involved and a photo shoot. Then there’s the igloo that never gets finished…usually because it gets destroyed by kids. I had this grand plan of making two fortified walls at either ends of a garden to hide behind in a snowball fight. I’ve only ever finished one, it takes a lot of snow and time. I still think sunburn is better, I get quite pathetic with a cold/manflu. Haha
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June 2, 2016 at 3:53 pm
Thank you for all your lovely comments. I will write more soon, I wanted to see if it developed an interest first. This poem was a test to see if someone could bond with the characters like they would a book as not all poetry allows you to imagine a full world like a book does, and also after just 5 pages, feel like they’ve practically read a full story.
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June 2, 2016 at 4:53 pm
We want more, we want more!!!! 🙂
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June 2, 2016 at 8:13 pm
I really want more of this thrilling story,
Kaveh must suffer, before he sees glory,
Aria is shrouded in deep mystery,
A bold tail is brewing, I can’t wait to see.
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June 3, 2016 at 1:04 pm
lyricaldelusion…at last scrolled enough through comments to find more relating to you and your impressive work. I agree with a comment made much earlier by ‘NobodyknowsMom’, with a little careful editing and check on flow, with the right illustrations as well, this would make a story book to keep and return to. Your talent is obvious, the way I read likely different to you, I like to feel pace but with troughs and peaks, let waves grow, so found myslef removing words here and there as I read, to not be becalmed, to reach the beach so to speak. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, You really do have something, a style of your own, keep going and get this out there, illustrated, published, stand alone.
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June 3, 2016 at 3:12 pm
WOW – That was amazing …….
YES YES YES we want more – Someone should draw the images to go with this ……unfortunately I cannot draw – and yes I could imagine clearly the scenes …………… I agree mostly with the above comments from EDC………… Brilliance – Very Impressive ❤
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June 3, 2016 at 8:31 pm
Thank you again for the comments.. I was unsure whether to continue with this story, as it was just a test of seeing how people interact with poetry. But it looks like I will have to continue, I’ll get working on it, have a very good storyline in mind with lots of twists and turn. In terms of illustrations, as a book, I will be do this with no doubt. Keep following me and I’ll get begin the next part.
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June 12, 2016 at 5:44 pm
Hi – hope you don’t mind but I’ve nominated you for The Black Cat Blue Sea Award – to participate you need to answer three questions from my “Black Cat Blue Sea Award” Post – nominate 7 blogs and set them 3 questions to answer ….. hope you will enjoy taking part but please do not feel obliged to if you don’t want to . ❤
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August 19, 2016 at 7:10 pm
Longest poem I ever read. Great work here.
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