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Stone
I turned my heart to stone to keep you inside.
The weight insists you were once tangible.
The cold whispers I was once warm within your embrace.
The dry stone screams I once shed tears.
But from me these things are kept.
Sealed inside my once beating chambers.
Locked away with you.
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Sirius
When all goes dark, the black night's cold fingers creep
Across your cheek; I stay. In silence I find nothing
But the beats of your heart. Each tap a lonely note that leaps
At the brush of my skin. It's steady rhythm rings
out bravely in the dark. So I press my palm
across your cheek. I stay in silence. I find nothing
beyond the feel of your warmth. I expect a psalm,
for the heavens to break apart. But only stars shine
out bravely in the dark. So I press my palm
to its mate. A prayer for time enough; to align
myself with eternity and with you. Or at least wait
for the heavens to break apart. But only stars shine
With heat enough f
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Sombersmile
His name is Bivouac. Sounds like "biv-oh-wack". You could say he's homeless, but he'll deny it. He considers the world his home. He's quite a darling, really, all shy when you first meet him. But once you tell him your name it's likely you'll see him open up dramatically. Well, if your name is unique. He has a thing for names. People with common names are less likely to get him to open up. He decides who he likes by their name.
Now if he does take a liking to you, I wouldn't call it an amazing feat....
Because he tends to kill the people he likes.
Bivouac has a sorrowful history. As a youngster, people didn't treat him all too kindly. He w
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I borrowed inspiration from AngelRide's poem, Celestial Force. Somehow, I managed to twist her use of "bounty" into the mental image of a rag-tag crew of hunters who trust in themselves more than the fabled luck their prey is meant to bestow.
Celestial Force The dragon can be many,
They embody what could be.
For they ride into the wind,
Determined, bold, fearlessly.
Echoes of their feats deafen,
Sometimes in blind fear, we flee.
Other times we want them here,
They bestow luck, bounty.
© 2012 - 2024 Christa-Kinde
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I remember reading a book that featured bounty hunters and dragons. 
It's interesting that dragons are the enemies here, but then I also feel as if the person is feeling particular trepidation because of the fact that they are trusting on something so capricious as luck.
Great stuff, anyway.
It's interesting that dragons are the enemies here, but then I also feel as if the person is feeling particular trepidation because of the fact that they are trusting on something so capricious as luck.
Great stuff, anyway.