𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽

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᯽ Apricitous sorrow afore the calling, the tolling of that silver bell when comes he: the shepherd, blackly leathered sent not from heaven but beyond hell ᯽ Comes he, clothed in darkness, in ebon sable, so fabled in old tales of woe he has smelt the conta...

─────•~❉᯽❉~•───── 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 ─────•~❉᯽❉~•───── ─────•~❉᯽❉~•───── Betwixt the marble blows crimson roses; wilting wonders seeded by the graceful wretchedness of fate’s cruel hand — as the whippoorwill’s cry calls the caprice of night eternal ~❉~ And downwards p...

┏━━━━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━━━━┓ From the sun and her siblings all things dissever Her gleam the moon is given — mortals despair Her departure soon shrouds the vale for-ever And I clasp my iron-wrought wrists in prayer ❁ My cry rebounded, refuted, and forsook I wilt unto t...

My sincerest apologies for the extreme lateness of this post, I hated to have kept you all waiting. This week has been unkind to me. Natheless, the winners of last weekend’s challenge are listed below! —————•~❉᯽❉~•————— FIRST PLACE Canto V SEC...

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Here, the pauper’s palms are mail’d with tar; The dustmen’s faces caged’n silt ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Their welkin veil’d ...

᯽ A casket cased in candlewax; ‘neath a willow’s weeping womb — embalmed inside: a sallow sack; a sinner to entomb. ᯽ His umbrage stalks so steadily; past sequent serflike cypress — no shrift shall shrive the shriveled when comes the shepherd in black...

. . . . . . . The emptiness is resonant with silent scintillations of serenity: rhapsodic tessellation spilling from ivory to dosser — from berth to shag. Bathing my hand where it rests — longingly; captivatingly; comfortingly; CI...

In der Nacht greife nach den Düften von Rosenwasser und Mondlichts In the night, I reach for the scents of rosewater and moonlight Damit ich sie fragen kann ob sie mich auffangen bevor ich in der Traumland verfall So that I may ask them to catch me before I fall (and decay) into t...

Brimstone banes and iron horses dight in sables and sorrows overleap the morrow hither to garth and pale by beseech of the ashen throne to soil the bloom in quicks of tar to thieve the virtue of whom winter hath not claimed. Ebon glint falls o’er...

The moon’s silver tongue splays swathes of mercuric plashes to linger at the foot of my translucently silk-flourished drapes that veil their windowsill with buoyant delicacy. Still, the gleam cascades downwards —featherweighted; stagnant upon the rug, ‘neath my bewhiskered, unshorn cheek. My c...