Ragnarok - XXVII

Upon her hand he left a sacramental kiss, though not for her, nor him, but for those who might have beheld it: fireflies, mayhaps, for who else was there to behold? upon the blowing waves of grass on the first dune he turned back to her.

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Life as a Werewolf chap 3

"it is your time to behold your destiny. are you ready for me to behold your destiny?" i stared at her with my mouth open slightly. she was seriously crazy. "om...sure."

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Poetic Night

T'was like the moon so high in the sky a beautiful gem to behold in my eye night in and night out, it hangs in the sky a soft gaze and a quiet light eternal like the eclipsed night we look upon without much thought but forever has it given us a

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The Porcelain Mask

But he was a 'beauty' to behold. he was whimpering slightly and asking me why they were hated so much. "who?" i asked. and he responded, "them."

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In the Garden

He was clad in a soil-stained grey tank top and a faded pair of tight denim shorts, but to the wolf he was still a beautiful sight to behold.

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Minotaur

behold the song of minotaur hotel. minotaur... you just want to be loved and i will love always.... when the sun rises now, a star is now born, eclipse in white and black alike in shadows and storms.

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Luscious Jaws

She still wore the grass skirt, though her large shark tail sticking out the back was a sight to behold. the people were loving it, too.

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The Legend of Razgriz

Amidst the eternal waves of time from a ripple of change shall the storm rise out of the abyss peer the eyes of a demon behold the razgriz, its wings of black sheath.

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I Dream of the Deep

Water flows o'er the winding stair, though lo and behold 'tis not but air. the walls speak falsely of their type, the glass ripples and jumps to the wind's pipe.

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Haunted

Truth behold, i know i deserve this. truth be told, she deserves better. truth is i want to tell her how i feel, that i revel in the pain she ignites in my soul.

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Poem #11: Words

The beholder leader in command the word. the physical form of emotions the epitomy of communication the form of understanding speech the invisible word word the soundless idea. ~bhscorch [!

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