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Upon taking a walk in...As I travelled through the woods of my home I stumbled upon a railroad track and, having no engagements impressed on my mind, decided to see where my feet would find me. No trains had come for several years- this much was told by the vines and saplings which grew defiantly in the tracks, wrapping around wood and uprooting metal. Nature does not despise industry. She merely waits, and, when the little men have had their fun, she cleans up their mess and lets them move on to greener fields. Such were my thoughts when I found a field of my own, as yet unspoiled bUpon taking a walk in...
by ~Ghavrel
poeta parvasi astrae potessent attingi me, carperem manu unam ex nocte et darem tibi astram amore. astram et amorem me accipe.poeta parva
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The Giant and the Wood-NymphUp arose the land, and the two knew terror in their hearts. For it was fair wondrous to see such things, yet the wood-nymph knew full well the hatred and wars on her people such giants held, and the human recalled stories of old, stories which spoke in hushed whispers of monsters of frost and snow, men of unimaginable size.The Giant and the Wood-Nymph
The land-giant (for that is what they were called in those days) looked down upon them with his dark, unblinking eyes.
The wood-nymph wept in fear, but it was the pale woman who spoke in courage. "We seek, O Ancient Elder, a cursed land not far from these hallowed grounds." A thousand pardons came
by ~Ghavrel
Solitude.It lurks in all the silences―we cover them up with a nervous laugh. It has devoured our cities, and we can only stave it off with chatter.Solitude.
But when we are alone, out alone in the wilderness, then comes along Satan (or we come to him, more likely yet), and things that shouldn't be said are spoken.
At least they have some meaning.
by ~Ghavrel
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Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon?
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