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EnlightenedPray Sir, do tell me of your secrets, for you must have many.Enlightened by shelleypalmer
Those who are silent hold the greatest knowledge, the greatest wonders and you carry these with all your worldly goods along a road that weaves in many directions. Often you live amidst the murk and mire of the world, finding the smallest crevice in which to meditate and find peace. And others, Sir, will follow you, for you make known your path, most brightly. It glimmers in the faintest light and purely glisters in the sun.
And when the others of your kind gather round, you are indeed a combined force to be reckoned with. You stick well to your ideals and encourage your followers to do the same. The rains of discontent come forth in torrents and yet you, Sir, with so little in the way of material possessions endure them in a passive calm. And when the rains cease, you continue with little but your thoughts, such as they be.
The world is yours to explore, unhurried, for you tarry, Sir, so often. Oft I thought t
Rowena Roman Ch.1 Noah - 1Rowena Roman Ch.1 Noah - 1 by suyuku-san
Noah: Part 1
Noah Harland sat at the back of his classroom flipping through the latest comic book that he had bought and found that he was already tired of it. It was mainly just a hobby of his to pass the time of long hours in school, something he enjoyed but was never fully committed to.
But there was another reason why he couldn’t concentrate on the comic that he was reading. She was there, the girl that sat one seat ahead of him by the window.
She held a striking beauty with black hair that stopped at the nape of her neck and ice blue eyes with such pale skin people could have sworn that she was ill, but with her partial athletic build and rather tall height of five foot eight told otherwise. She sat straight up in her chair reading a small book while remaining silent.
Diana never seemed to talk, not to anyone unless it was necessary, but when she did there was no interest in her voice, as if she didn’t want to be there, thoug
How Slowly the Years PassedHow Slowly the Years PassedHow Slowly the Years Passed by Michel-le-fou
How slowly those years passed by,
Since my solitary form lay at rest;
These eyes have seen men ride fast away,
On some unknown conquests.
They conquer lands, they conquer men;
They capture those men’s wives.
Yet they attribute to fate or to the gods1
Their own uncertain lives.
These lips have parted to heave a sigh,
Locked long in this breast;
Waiting long for that special day,
To meet the one who would love me best.
He would hold me and embrace me tight,
And vow to keep me all of his life;
I care not that I would be a lady or a queen,
As long as I am his cherished wife.
How slowly those years have passed,
Until I awakened to behold
That I lie close in his embrace
And touch a heart of the purest gold.
Who Knocks?Who Knocks?Who Knocks? by Michel-le-fou
When the light of the streetlamps was low;
When the light of the moon lost its glow;
Then I sat in my parlor to ponder
What this life we lived was for.
The fire was burning low in my hearth;
I began to ponder about my death.
Was there really a life after or not?
But I thought that I would never know.
Suddenly there was a knocking at my door.
A faint knock as by a woman’s or a child’s hands;
Still, I feign could understand
Why someone would call on me at this hour.
But I stood up to see,
Wondering still who could call on me;
And I reached and turned the knob.
Standing in the door was a maid,
With long raven hair, who said,
“Many years ago, when the fields and I both flowered,
You knew me; and I loved you.”
So I stood and wondered, and I tried to recall;
Although something in me told me it was true.
Slowly, faintly, I heard a name:
It was Frieda Reidenauer.
Then, I realized that she was dead;
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