EternalEternalBlustery twilight standing atop the grassy knollThe withered, gnarled oak casts it's branches like long fingers in the direction of the windThe dying wheat bends forth spewing grains across the ground. My gray thinning hair splays across my vision as the black coat wrapped around me fans out like a cape below my kneesThe old oak creaks and groans with the wind"Okay I shall tell you again," I almost whisper"Golden brown it was. It flowed much like the wheat before us. The windows of the soul were ever changing. Gray as a wolf's mane on a good day, but on the best when I could see her love they were as bright blue as the heavens above and shone like a starry night. Her skin as smooth as silk. Her smile lit up my world more than the brightest day. Our hands fit perfectly together."The oak creaked with a longing. "I miss her too."I look up on the tree, my old skin much like the gnarled being before me.Below the once mighty tr
ShatteredShatteredWritten By: Bradford E. HibbardThe foundation begins to shakeWisps of dust splay through shafts of dimming lightManiacal laughter harkens his presenceRusty crimson ribbons flow from the mirrors of the soulWhat thrives on fear and grievous sin may yet dwell withinRips asunderForces a changeThe twisting nether, away from the others is where I reside,Whimpering, begging for what was shattered to be made whole once againWhispers speak of wroth, vanity, sadness, and hateGlimpses of another life without controlCracked and brokenThe seamstress begins to mendWhen the tears are almost stitched her world rumblesShe fades to the darkness whilst the master foils her plansLightly moving toward the crowdThe air of exuberance always surroundsUplifting spirits through thoughtful praiseHe envelopes the inner being in love despite the deepening abyssReminders of the cost of others' sinscauses his vision to wave an
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