I walked through glades from ages past,
By streams of silver glistening.
I paced soft grass 'neath golden trees,
Heard sweet singing on the breeze,
And healed my soul in listening.
Next night I stood in carven halls,
The living stone a god to me.
I delved the earth and brought forth light,
With flowing riches claimed my might,
Each cavern wrought with glory.
A simple scene now, comfort rich,
A country meal and walking songs.
Rolling brooks that splash and spill,
Little houses under-hill,
Roads that wander on and on.
The call of trumpets woke me next,
A proud white tree reached to the sky.
With stars and stones and flags unfurled,
Enthroned
Stay close to me, I need you here tonight,
One single night to give you all my love.
Let's steal this time, and fill it full of light,
Then lift our hearts, entwined, to God above.
I'd found no way to live, no way to cope.
My heart was dead, was turned to stone with lies.
But suddenly, I found a ray hope:
The soul that I saw shine behind your eyes.
The world beyond the walls is drowned in shade;
We stand alone against the raging tide.
So trust me, hold me, do not be afraid.
How can I fall if you are at my side?
You raised me from my grave, and made me strong,
And taught me how to sing a new love-song.
Of Ghosts and Deathly Quiet by ZombieBunny999, literature
Literature
Of Ghosts and Deathly Quiet
The halls were heavy with silence.
It hung on them like the thick layers of dust and peeling paint.
It oozed out of the detritus that gathered in the corners; scraps of cloth, broken glass, bits and faded pieces of forgotten lives.
Silence lived in the wide rooms of rusting bed-frames and bloodstained floors.
Silence lived in the small rooms of broken instruments and moldering cots.
Silent were the echoes of the ghosts in the walls.
Silent were the souls of all that had lived, died, struggled, and suffered in the ancient building.
Silent were my footfalls as I traced the paths they would have tread.
The deaf and dumb child that was the shame
Leprechaun Headcanons 1 - Civilization by ZombieBunny999, literature
Literature
Leprechaun Headcanons 1 - Civilization
-1 civilization spread across a 14 planet system (planet 8 uninhabited) centered around one red giant star
-Biomes different from planet to planet, overall there are few forests, some grasslands, mostly moors and scrublands
-most of the vegetation is lichen/moss
-most natural creatures are small (rat-dog sized)
-No big carnivores, instead have large carnivorous plants/trees with limited mobility, able to set traps
Civilization is, on the whole, divided between large, walled cities and the people on the outside, who lived in anything from towns to tribes to nomadic groups.
There is no centralized government, cities and country groups rule the
Better To Sleep Than to Live Half A Life by ZombieBunny999, literature
Literature
Better To Sleep Than to Live Half A Life
Better to sleep than to live half a life;
Walking and waking in caves dead and grey,
Trapped in a windowless limbo of strife.
I try seeking color with blade of a knife,
But bloodstains and scars are quick to decay.
Better to sleep than to live half a life.
Unable to live in a world that is rife
With screaming and flashing lights brighter than day.
Trapped in a windowless limbo of strife.
Walking in hand with my companion and wife,
The ghost of a hope long since faded away.
Better to sleep than to live half a life.
I am lord of barren, long-fallow fife,
The sole queen of emptiness, lost men of clay.
Better to sleep than to live this half l
There it was. Lying beckoning on the table, cloaked in nothing but a thin layer of cardboard, practically begging to be devoured. Death had no plan of denying this plea. Slowly, reverently, he stroked the box that held his beloved, teasing a bit before lifting the lid to see it. Yes. Stripped naked, there was nothing between him and the perfectly round, steaming hot pie. Oh, that thin, slender crust, that melting cheese, those taunting spots of pepperoni lying over its lovely form. He couldn’t keep his hands off. He had to feel it, touch it, not caring if he burned his fingers on its steaming majesty.
He ran his long, thin fingers ove
It's funny how it goes, how fate or chance may lead us,
It's funny how we met, with half the world between us.
It's funny how you make me feel with words upon a screen,
Like a champion, a goddess, a reigning gorgeous queen.
It's funny how I love you when I've never seen your face,
It's funny how you make me happy anytime and anyplace.
It's funny how my loving you brings sunshine to my days,
It's funny how you cannot see how much you earned my praise.
It's funny how I know somehow this joy will never end,
It's funny how I know that I will always be your friend.