Of all the darkened recesses in the cosmos, nones secrets elude the grasp of scroungers so thoroughly as the Artisans. Though the lives of a billion billion have elapsed since their preeminence, the will of the Artisans stays carved in the stars. Prying scavengers have extended over the domain of the departed; the children of eons pick through these grounds. Vast expanses have become the homes of the youthful ones. It is here that the aggression of manipulative creatures conflagrates. It is here that enmity forever illuminates them.
Every nest has relinquished their premonitions of uncovering the Artists, as prematurely as the co
To the skies! To the skies!
The Coyote cries
His hand to the heavens
The stars in his eyes
To the ground! To the ground!
His dread fills the sound
They jumped at his throat
While his neck was unwound
Aim high to the heavens, but do mind your throat
Unfurl your intentions, but take chance to note
Your neck is in sight, so be sure to beware
The ominous angst and failures stare
Im done! Im done!
He started to run
His hand to the earth
Singed by the sun
It wakes! It wakes!
Poor Coyote brakes
His foot busts the earth
Where it crumbles and shakes
The lands prone to loosen, aim high to the sky
Unfurl your
Silent steps through shafts of light
Vacant eyes with prey in sight
Hunt from just beyond the trees
Meld into the breeze
They placed beauty on its side
How the shadow made them hide
Charmed by how it scourged the sun
Why it made them run
Curious though racked by fear
Sought to grasp the shadows leer
Caught by something seen as grace
Unknown, left no trace
I respectfully bare my neck to those of you who understand our ordeal, but still, some of you are unlearned about our cause, the one verifiable truth to a reasoning being. Many of you would assume that this great majesty of a gem would protect us from the raking claws of the heavens. You might be amazed to know that even our precious home is indifferent to our opinions. Youd see yourselves, and your kindour kindfit to stand upon the apex of existence. We, willing to look to reason, must see the dawn of true wisdom. Our antecedents bore witness to the first few sparks that led to this bustling community in an indifferent void
Floating on ice at sea
Was the lonely Coyote
Still full of vice
Though he shivered and shook to his scales
He dug deep with nails
In the drifting ice
Reflecting upon the calm ocean
Of the recent commotion
He had unfurled
Quietly searching his head
For something hed said
To rile the world
Adrift was our friend
Our enemy too
Our savoir, our demon
But still he knew
That the currents at sea
As long as they ran
Would someday bring him
Back to land
He recalled his loss with the rout
When they tossed him about
And onto the frost
And remembered the slab he pushed off
When the going was rough
And he thought all was lost
On the coast, I lie, the clouds roll by
With lulling calm, the waves beat on
The sea pulled back, I came to stir
To wait for the eminent thrill to recur
I paced myself slow, and glanced to my aft
I strode fasterto not would be daft
The wall rode in, I ascended the knoll
The wave crashed in; then onward it rolled
Soaked to the core with the heart of the thrill
A proud, lone wolf sitting pretty on the hill
Ive spent my time, in love and rhyme
But every day, Ive found a way
To rival my rivals and stretch my domain
To delve the border of pleasure and pain
I fear them not, it cant hurt to try
I hate them not,
I'd Have Named This.. But... by Snaardwolf, literature
Literature
I'd Have Named This.. But...
How can it be?
You tell to think
At every thought I was to have had
And call me gloomy
When I knew me
As just about to dawn on glad
You dubbed me lazy
Did it faze thee?
I might be just about to go
I mightve cared
If youd not dared
To say that I would not do so
Yet youve destroyed
My every ploy
When I would devise the desire
And you must kill
Each brooding skill
When each has yet to work the fire
Why can it be?
You say whats seen
And not what Im about to see
I quash my stand
I know your plan
Thats how youd want me to agree
Predators are stalking me, waiting to unfurl their wrath
Predators are stalking me, just beyond the wild path
I know they're there, I know they plot
What angers them?! What have I wrought?
It must have cause, or is there none?
I have to know, its a loaded gun
Hauling around all this fear, fear that seems to weigh a ton
Predators are on the path, waiting for the chance to kill
Predators are on the path, just beyond the rolling hills
Im lethargic, Im distraught
How can it be? Theyre in my thought?
Look whats spawned now of my wail
Ive gone and strolled right off the trail
I lost the path to trees
Howre you feeling?
Goes the question calm
What cloud are you on
To try for your peer
In the overlooked mirror
On the answerer's side
Had the answerer lied
And echoed your feeling?
Howre you feeling?
Goes the query mundane
Theres nothing to gain
From mechanical souls
Whose steel shines cold
Against your heart
And reflects when you start
To ask how theyre feeling
Howre you feeling?
Goes the casual run
As they outdo the sun
Reflect of its role
On you mindless souls
Who worship their lies
As they slaughter your highs
With a fair-sky feeling
Her eyes werent as good as they used to be. Even in the warm red glow of the sun, the ferns were paler. The leaf litter on the forest floor had slowly waned in the constant wind, succumbing to mild erosion in a distressingly unnatural way. Everything shed once known had been tossed onto its back in the past few days. For what she was, Luhess couldnt stand to push onwards. Only one thought prevented her from tearing herself apart. If so much had been done to preserve them, little Luhess and the whole lot of her kind, she couldnt rest in her last moments knowing shed invalidated the reasoning behind it.
Another of
The trees imposed and leered aloft
The hanging clouds rolled thunder soft
The storm raged, the warm wind roared
Sharp and stiff, the cold rain poured
The forest deep was drenched in shade
Electric forks would flash and fade
A spark arose to leech the green
A fire burnt just barely seen
With its warmth their breaths could be
With its light their eyes could see
With its spread they claimed the land
With its force they reprimand
Closer came the hungry flame
The holders marveled at its tame
They walked beside the fire strong
The fire grew, and now theyre gone
Howre you feeling?
Goes the question calm
What cloud are you on
To try for your peer
In the overlooked mirror
On the answerer's side
Had the answerer lied
And echoed your feeling?
Howre you feeling?
Goes the query mundane
Theres nothing to gain
From mechanical souls
Whose steel shines cold
Against your heart
And reflects when you start
To ask how theyre feeling
Howre you feeling?
Goes the casual run
As they outdo the sun
Reflect of its role
On you mindless souls
Who worship their lies
As they slaughter your highs
With a fair-sky feeling
Predators are stalking me, waiting to unfurl their wrath
Predators are stalking me, just beyond the wild path
I know they're there, I know they plot
What angers them?! What have I wrought?
It must have cause, or is there none?
I have to know, its a loaded gun
Hauling around all this fear, fear that seems to weigh a ton
Predators are on the path, waiting for the chance to kill
Predators are on the path, just beyond the rolling hills
Im lethargic, Im distraught
How can it be? Theyre in my thought?
Look whats spawned now of my wail
Ive gone and strolled right off the trail
I lost the path to trees
I'd Have Named This.. But... by Snaardwolf, literature
Literature
I'd Have Named This.. But...
How can it be?
You tell to think
At every thought I was to have had
And call me gloomy
When I knew me
As just about to dawn on glad
You dubbed me lazy
Did it faze thee?
I might be just about to go
I mightve cared
If youd not dared
To say that I would not do so
Yet youve destroyed
My every ploy
When I would devise the desire
And you must kill
Each brooding skill
When each has yet to work the fire
Why can it be?
You say whats seen
And not what Im about to see
I quash my stand
I know your plan
Thats how youd want me to agree
On the coast, I lie, the clouds roll by
With lulling calm, the waves beat on
The sea pulled back, I came to stir
To wait for the eminent thrill to recur
I paced myself slow, and glanced to my aft
I strode fasterto not would be daft
The wall rode in, I ascended the knoll
The wave crashed in; then onward it rolled
Soaked to the core with the heart of the thrill
A proud, lone wolf sitting pretty on the hill
Ive spent my time, in love and rhyme
But every day, Ive found a way
To rival my rivals and stretch my domain
To delve the border of pleasure and pain
I fear them not, it cant hurt to try
I hate them not,
Floating on ice at sea
Was the lonely Coyote
Still full of vice
Though he shivered and shook to his scales
He dug deep with nails
In the drifting ice
Reflecting upon the calm ocean
Of the recent commotion
He had unfurled
Quietly searching his head
For something hed said
To rile the world
Adrift was our friend
Our enemy too
Our savoir, our demon
But still he knew
That the currents at sea
As long as they ran
Would someday bring him
Back to land
He recalled his loss with the rout
When they tossed him about
And onto the frost
And remembered the slab he pushed off
When the going was rough
And he thought all was lost
I respectfully bare my neck to those of you who understand our ordeal, but still, some of you are unlearned about our cause, the one verifiable truth to a reasoning being. Many of you would assume that this great majesty of a gem would protect us from the raking claws of the heavens. You might be amazed to know that even our precious home is indifferent to our opinions. Youd see yourselves, and your kindour kindfit to stand upon the apex of existence. We, willing to look to reason, must see the dawn of true wisdom. Our antecedents bore witness to the first few sparks that led to this bustling community in an indifferent void
This is an information sheet for the Saule.
Creature:
The Saule are a single race, though the anatomical structure differs greatly between the male and females. I will start with the females, as they are the core of the race and run the show within their society.
Females are bipedal creatures, ranging between six and eight feet in height, and between 180 and 250 pounds in weight. They have four arms, a higher set and a lower set positioned right below the first. Their legs are structured in the same manner as dogs and cats are.
On their head they have a layer on bone that forms a very durable skullplate. Their ears are long and can tur
Current Residence: Suburbia Favourite genre of music: The ones that tell stories... Favourite style of art: Stylized Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: PC Skin of choice: Five centimeters of durable metal. Personal Quote: Check Wikipedia.
And with strange eons even inactivity may die. Hence why I'm here. I go places. I write things. And it's all brought me back here for another round. And so far, all that includes is cleaning up some old poetry.
Unless you saw that last submission, that's way more recent. If I can manage it, it's going to move onward into something... more complete. The main idea is dandy and thought-out, so I blame stylistic experimentation for how long it's taken to squeeze a measly 700 words. In fact, I still mourn all the clutter I was obligated to cut out. But for anyone interested in the kind of thing, it involves a defunct mechanical cult leader, a str