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Horatio's LamentI came for one solitary set of ritesHoratio's Lament by ~LadyBethsheba
To render our dear King unto the earth;
And for you, my friend, in my thoughts always.
And now, curse my broken name!
What wrecked hopes are left behind!
I came a simple man, moved by sorrow, expecting sorrow,
To find plots aplenty and lives asunder,
You, Prince, sick with anger,
And then I moved my lips and said, 'A ghost!'
Why did I speak?
And then spoke not, but did defend you,
Though you moved from righteous cause to reckless revenge,
And in my halting heart I thought “My Prince, this is not you!”
But still spoke naught.
Yet through the curtain, the creek, the duel,
I saw the end, but c
Under the Free SkyWhat are you looking at?Under the Free Sky by ~LadyBethsheba
He looked up to find the sky darker, and his partner's eyes on him, questioning.
The paper. Yesterday's news.
He held it up in the dim light.
Last year's, more like. Weren't you supposed to turn that in?
Guess so. You going to do your job and report me?
The younger man smiled. Not my job. I'm supposed to be watching the street.
And a bloody good job you're doing of it, too.
They both chuckled. The vigil was a request, not an order. He'd never been good at giving James orders.
And he'd never been able to bring himself to put the paper into the fire. It was a boring paper, except for the very last page. Dover,
cursive linessometimes I wonder what it iscursive lines by *MistressofQuills
beneath my ribs
that beats and flutters so
and rises with the words
of a crooning song
the lyrics a cry for freedom
the notes a bid for flight
it feels as though it wishes to burst
as if
(if it swells any more)
I will rise on its current
floating away in the wind
the freest bird in the sky
but the cold of the world
drags me down
the beat within the white cage
labors on
the fluttery throb of hope
all but lost
for though I reach out
my fingers grazing the rough edges
of my unfulfilled dreams
they tease my fumbling grasp
and withdraw
out of reach
I wish to sing,
t
ParadiseParadise is a snow-covered forest.Paradise by ~TabathaZee
A night.
An embrace.
A kiss to keep you warm.
A crackle from the fire.
A flicker from the lamp post.
A childhood memory
Of peace.
A thick whiff of pine.
A beautiful woman in the mirror.
A feeling of being warm.
Of being hidden from the storm.
A feeling of happiness.
A feeling of security.
A feeling of being loved.
Paradise is a place that cannot exist in this modern world.
Paradise is a place that only I desire
And that only I am denied to enter.
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