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Tag Archives: Will o’ the Wisp
Gaps
wandered moon fingers ghost through rain stream spaces in heavy dark swords glint for ceremony and nothing more blue flame drifts from one empty candle to another stray poems burn in trails of blazing azure ~~~ Image found here: http://ukiyo-e.org/image/ohmi/Kasamatsu_Shiro-Pagoda_in_Evening_Rain-010250-01-28-2010-10250-x2000 … Continue reading
Fort
No more orders, no more directives. They’ve fallen from rotation. No records have them, no inspections. Years have crumpled to ash. Every night, the troops thoughts, eyes wander to the plain where under night-tide where lines of red and yellow, … Continue reading
Wizards (Poems and Fragments)
A wizard used to live in this town. Then one day he gathered up his parchments and spell books, heading off into the mountains. Sometimes the night sky is littered with yellow and purple orbs, wheeling before combusting, arcane guts … Continue reading
Rooms (Set 5) (Mansion)
A jet black door, furnished with grooves guards the room. In the grain orbs, luminous, dance in the grooves phasing in and out of a forest of splinters, specks of violet and saffron. The room itself is black. With the … Continue reading
Posted in Mansion
Tagged Darkness, Fiction, Lights, Mansion, Orbs, Prose, Room, Surreal, Surrealism, Will o' the Wisp
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Lights (Fragments)
The sun dives, the remaining clouds incinerated in dying embers, red hills flare out. In the night air wisps of violet and saffron dance over the badlands, motionless trails hang in the night tide. ~~~ Dots, specks of crimson, purple, … Continue reading
Posted in Fragments
Tagged Colors, Colours, Desert, Explosions in the Sky, Lake, Moon, Moths, Night, Prose, Will o' the Wisp
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Lights/Fort
Note: Originally this was going to be one piece. But I split it up into two. So in the issue of fairness, it will be posted as both complete and in its separate parts. The Lights Lights appear in the … Continue reading
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 