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Almost Perfect DreamsOnce again I stare across my field of dreamsAlmost Perfect Dreams
Sweet sunlight over rolling hills
A soft breeze touches my face
Carrying with it
Thoughts of your caress
Bright white clouds against endless blue
Like porcelain skin and cobalt eyes
All is quiet all is clear
Almost perfect
But for your dark headstone
Hidden beneath pastel flowers and pained smiles
My field of dreams
Where I have everything
But you
by ~Allamby
Faded: A Sonata of Self PityWhen I walk alone within these dark halls of my own soul, I think of you.Faded: A Sonata of Self Pity
I travel further within myself, lost in a maze of my own madness.
A bittersweet taste fills my mouth and my heart fills with longing.
Violins play a soundtrack to my sorrow.
Thoughts of you seem distant, adrift and far away.
Fading into nothing, lost and alone.
My mind rots and my memories scatter on the wings of butterflies.
Turmoil is nothing but a symphony to me.
A sonata of emotion written just for me.
Written just for you.
Just as I was
by ~Allamby
Deck of Blades VIII: FarwellThe world was bathed in gray light; dark, swollen clouds filtering out the suns rays. No breeze stirred, and the air was hot and stifling, ready for the gift of rain the sky promised. The sun, though it was hidden from view, was beginning to make its descent across the sky, the only hint being the ever darkening gray of the sky above. Below an open field stood bare amid the surrounding forest, stark and barren in comparison to the lush green, which circled it. Figures clothed in black stood silently upon the bare ground.Deck of Blades VIII: Farwell
They stood there, like dark monoliths against the foreboding sky, their faces solemn, their eyes cast downward
by ~Allamby
DoB VII: The PermanentsHex slammed his fist into the side of the helicopter. This entire operation had been a complete waste of time and energy and all he had to show for it was a dead doctor and a decimated square. Not too mention the scores of men lost during both battles. Hex waved that thought off though; they knew what they’d signed up for. This job wasn’t cut out for those who planned to die old and toothless in their beds.DoB VII: The Permanents
“Andrew?” Hex swivelled on the spot, two blades bursting forth from his palms as he went. He stopped short though, the point of one of the swords, Mercy, stopped an inch away from the speakers’ throat.
by ~Allamby
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