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ChiarOscuro is an online fantasy series being published at http://chiaroscuroseries.wordpress.com/. In an alternate world where humanity is just discovering it's full potential after being setback five millenia ago, the darkness that once threatened humanity has returned and now a select few in...
Sea. Wind. Storm.
Helena and her crew are in for a shock as nature takes - and one is lost to the blue.
I wrote this from my experiences (some) in life.
In the first of a Six part Series, Vampragun will take you way back to a time before the world was what we now know. Leap into a tale of words and wars and see how good intentions clash with hatred to bring about a whirlwind of drama and suspense!
"You ignited! Arose rapidly, you blinded me.
your flame grew from embers, melting my skin"
Poetry | Updated Jan 13, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By The Eternal Flame
A simple reaction to the chillin' cold around. :)
Poetry | Updated Jan 9, 2013 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Midnight Black Cat
Things about winter
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
She came to stand within a faint light,
an apparition brilliant of school years,
A spiritual, poem about love, memories, and longing
In air he thumped, rhythmic like waves;
he asked for an archetypal death toll;
A poem about nautilus and a gun duel.
It is a horn that plays with winds,
cares to join solitude's moments,
A different pastoral poem about twilight time.
Night denotes the silence of snow,
so much quietness falls like death,
regales me in solitude of an eighth
oracle to elongate, our time's tow.
But it is blest and bright,
on incandescent courses,
as Northern wind forces,
your dancing feast alight;
A spiritual, sentimental poem
wishes that absconded young,
in prime times - of eighteen,
sepia tones, trees evergreen,
in foliage of dark sky among.
A sentimental poem
A wraith she was of lone wind,
a ghost that led to old remorse,
and it was a far mode to hint,
that loves are empty by force;
A sentimental poem