Ballade of Major Depressive Disorder
All that is gold must turn to gray, and plans of man must go astray, and all you weave must fray, someday and leave naught but an elegy o'er level sands to drift away where its despair may set it free.
Presto - Epilogue
Before him sat the final creation of a tumultuous evening, a pictorial summation of the extensive elegy he had written to the memory of his dear friend.
The Lonely Spirit's Kiss
Winds howled in a tumultuous elegy, and a flurry of fat snowflakes and sharp ice crystals rushed through the leafless trees as a harrowing blizzard ravaged the woods ethan called his home.
Raiyev Part 21
_ she started weeping as well, her tears a silent elegy for their fallen coworker. raiyev felt it, too: even though thomas had betrayed them and helped get them into this predicament, he at least tried to make amends at the end. he at least freed them.
Lost
Steadily louder, both became, and the wind through the grasses and rocky crags made it seem as though every stick and stone were joining in with feverish wailing to his elegy of lamentation.
A Curious Thing
They were singing an elegy. lily didn't know the words, and could only listen.
Adrammalech, A Sinister Saint
"what elaborate elegy can protect the people of audacious audiences when sliced of setting and neutered of narration? i know of one that would be of use..." the fans snapped open when he finished.
love from the office
Wardrobe a skirt made of denim and a light blue low cut shirt, she pulled on a pair of high heeled shoes and her leather jacket she sat on her sofa settleing to wait after putting on the album lovelorn by leaves eyes she breathed slowly and stedily as the song elegy
Incubus: Los Hombres Murcielago
Rafael invadia mi mente, deje de estar pendiente en la busqueda una victima, y envez elegi una casa al azar y me dirigi a ella tan rapido como pude. encontre a mi victima arropada y profundamente dormida.
Smoke Trails
Was this remembrance the elegy? of course, that wasn't true either. the fact was that people had grown up, moved out, changed. in a small town like this, change came slowly, but inexorably all the same. he could never get those days back, fire or no.
WIP - This Time, Imperfect
_ **elegy 1: _the foreboding_** _blood..._ a deep reddish-blackish colored liquid ran down the creature's face.
The Night Was Young
I wake up Turning my head as I usually do Then I remember you aren't there anymore. Despite the disasters Denying the definite Dodging the truth I still want to feel your hugs again Your lips pressed against mine Through all the neglect I...