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Any switch mimicked day, allowing customers to watch the display. A silent man waited for his cue to bring the stage into view.
Grapevive Wine flowing like blood Aromatic and crisp A decanting of the spirit Drunken The cult Endless parties Women sway fluidly Beats pounding through the scene Festal
I once knew a old man named Oden he told stories galor about his time in the war and always held everyones attention he passed on his unending wisdom even though some did not listen
Herein lies a body with an interesting story to tell, for its soul rest in hell. Out of the infinite number of ways to die, his was a tale that went awry. His life was one of simple comings;
I used to swim by Scotland's coast. Gliding carefree, quiet as a ghost. It's the serenity I miss the most. They called me the Lochness Monster. They'd run away when I would splash.
it is the treasures of love that often fool conceled, conceited, always too cruel. on the path of meloncholia, the lonely traveler stumbles upon a house made of ivory and honey.
There once was a traveler from a distant land, She traveled to the mountains and the sand, One time she traveled to the furthest peak,
her lips were a bloody crimson, calling attention in the dim light of crowded dance floor. [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close] her voice was soft, husky
her lips were a bloody crimson,calling attention in the dim lightof crowded dance floor. [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close] her voice was soft, husky
One moment a dark room Candles soothing The next A bright blinding bike ride Sage burns Clouds cover a multitude of eyes Whispers can be heard for miles at a time Fat rotting
Goddess of the war The war storming in her head, she of strong will and knowledge Walking the halls striding closer, Ever closer
Dionysus, the man of greed The king of ecstasy The queen of mead Dionysus, Dionysus, the graceful drunk The dapper playboy With charm and spunk
Walking, hurting, body aching facing demons in a quest Trials and trials continue approaching each on reeks of death Through each trial a voice is heard
In historical mythology, She had the power to turn men to stone With a simple meeting of the eyes. Legend painted her to be evil, And lived her tragic tale alone But have you put into consideration
I can feel her Here with me Weeping on the floor I feel her hand on my shoulder Artemis wipes my tears Hera holds my hand The world is a haze But they are clear
What hides in the internet Tangling code Sending error messages Down pixelated roads, What haunts the ethernet Bogging down speed Gobbling MB Fertilizing ads thick as weeds,
Dionysus today, Has found a new job, As a very popular Youtuber. He is dripping in Gucci, And Chanel and Supreme, And Italian brands you've never even heard of.
“will you marry me, Hera?” “no means no, Zeus. i’ve seen how you are with other girls and i’m not interested.” he smiled at her
Women are right to fear the dark. This is what they learn — Through gentle warnings, Whispered words —
Asclepius had decided being a doctor was what he wanted to do with his life. He studied for tests, stayed up all night. He stayed in the library, until they turned off the light. When he graduated,
He flits throughout the school, Out of sight, out of mind. Delivering love letters between lockers, Exchanging notes between outstreched hands. Carrying the smell of fresh flowers;