Update: I am, in fact, far closer to death than I would like to be. After several extra hours of work, I must push that timeframe for a cs to tomorrow.
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I will repeat a subtle rune—
And thronging suns of Otherwhere
Shall blaze upon the blinded air,
And spectres terrible and fair
Shall wake the riven world at noon.
The star that was mine empery
In dust upon unwinnowed skies:
But primal dreams have made me wise,
And soon the shattered years shall rise
To my remembered sorcery.
To mantic mutterings, brief and low,
My palaces shall lift amain,
My bowers bloom; I will regain
The lips whereon my lips have lain
In rose-red twilights long ago.
Before my murmured exorcism
The world, a wispy wraith, shall flee:
A stranger earth, a weirder sea,
People with shapes of Fäery,
Shall swell upon the waste abysm.
The pantheons of darkened stars
Shall file athwart the crocus dawn;
Goddess and Gorgon, Lar and faun,
Shall tread the amaranthine lawn,
And giants fight their thunderous wars.
Like graven mountains of basalt,
Dark idols of my demons there
Shall tower through bright zones of air,
Fronting the sun with level stare;
And hell shall pave my deepest vault.
Phantom and fiend and sorceror
Shall serve me...till my term shall pass,
And I become no more, alas,
Than a frail shadow on the glass
Before some latter conjurer.
And thronging suns of Otherwhere
Shall blaze upon the blinded air,
And spectres terrible and fair
Shall wake the riven world at noon.
The star that was mine empery
In dust upon unwinnowed skies:
But primal dreams have made me wise,
And soon the shattered years shall rise
To my remembered sorcery.
To mantic mutterings, brief and low,
My palaces shall lift amain,
My bowers bloom; I will regain
The lips whereon my lips have lain
In rose-red twilights long ago.
Before my murmured exorcism
The world, a wispy wraith, shall flee:
A stranger earth, a weirder sea,
People with shapes of Fäery,
Shall swell upon the waste abysm.
The pantheons of darkened stars
Shall file athwart the crocus dawn;
Goddess and Gorgon, Lar and faun,
Shall tread the amaranthine lawn,
And giants fight their thunderous wars.
Like graven mountains of basalt,
Dark idols of my demons there
Shall tower through bright zones of air,
Fronting the sun with level stare;
And hell shall pave my deepest vault.
Phantom and fiend and sorceror
Shall serve me...till my term shall pass,
And I become no more, alas,
Than a frail shadow on the glass
Before some latter conjurer.
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*hand dramatically rises from the ground, pulling thee rest of my body from a ditch*
I am not dead... Buried under work... But not dead... Expect a cs within 6 hours... Ish...
I am not dead... Buried under work... But not dead... Expect a cs within 6 hours... Ish...
@Publius
Hedges are cut by clippers.
Leaves falling like water over cliffs.
Those hedges are hairs cut by clippers.
A beard shortened like a lawn mown.
Legs and arms are falling from their bodies,
Cut by sharpened edges.
Bloody limbs falling like water over cliffs.
Cut by sharpened edges, like the hedges...
The hedges of Eden are cut by slithers.
A short beard kissed with a long moan.
The glory of Paradise withers.
Shame cuts short what could have grown.
Hedges are cut by clippers.
Leaves falling like water over cliffs.
Those hedges are hairs cut by clippers.
A beard shortened like a lawn mown.
Legs and arms are falling from their bodies,
Cut by sharpened edges.
Bloody limbs falling like water over cliffs.
Cut by sharpened edges, like the hedges...
The hedges of Eden are cut by slithers.
A short beard kissed with a long moan.
The glory of Paradise withers.
Shame cuts short what could have grown.
@Beliael Cool.
And thanks. It's a favorite of mine that I figured would nicely sum up the way I want to write on here until I find the time to actually write something myself. (Going through some difficult hours at work this summer.) It's called Song of the Necromancer.
Feel free to PM me if you want to know more about it, or just chat, or roleplay.
And thanks. It's a favorite of mine that I figured would nicely sum up the way I want to write on here until I find the time to actually write something myself. (Going through some difficult hours at work this summer.) It's called Song of the Necromancer.
Feel free to PM me if you want to know more about it, or just chat, or roleplay.
Welcome! Welcome!
May the writing and playing go exceptionally well for you!
May the writing and playing go exceptionally well for you!
Greetings @Gullinkambi! You sound like a fun person. Also dark humor and being from England seem like an excellent combination, at least from some of the comedy that I have discovered.
Greetings @Beliael! I am pretty new here myself, but I like it very much. I hope you find the inspiration you seek here.
Also, I like your (screen)name.
Also, I like your (screen)name.
That stupid game Don't Get Me Started is the worst thing ever. It's just a chaotic show of randomness. It's ruining our children. It's ruining our schools. I even have it on good authority that the game in question was secretly developed by American Trump supporters acting in league with ex-nazi scientists hiding in South America. This game is evil, I tell you! EEEEEEVIILLL!!!
And don't even get me started on peanut allergies!
And don't even get me started on peanut allergies!
Well these scars upon my soul
Are self-inflicted
All that I can hope
For is to try and fix
The things that I have brok-
en (all that I hold sacred)
Please don't let me go
We both know
I've got no body to blame
And no mind to blame
But my own
Are self-inflicted
All that I can hope
For is to try and fix
The things that I have brok-
en (all that I hold sacred)
Please don't let me go
We both know
I've got no body to blame
And no mind to blame
But my own
Awesome!
I have some great ideas coming to me for my character. Including some sweet secrets which I will only be sharing with our illustrious GM to start with.
And speaking of our Illustrious GM, @Shoryu too many city section hiders say The Party District.
I have some great ideas coming to me for my character. Including some sweet secrets which I will only be sharing with our illustrious GM to start with.
And speaking of our Illustrious GM, @Shoryu too many city section hiders say The Party District.
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