The Forest
The forest is a special place, particularly when the moon is fullest... an art/story commission for https://twitter.com/bastardkinning!
Forest
I loved the forest and the forest loved me.
Into the Forest
#13 of patreon reward vignettes third vignette for forest! so, uh, he just said he wanted to eat tris some more. so i wrote this. it's sort of tied to lost in a forest and out of the forest thematically.
Forest
Fresh greenery surrounds My head, so full of sounds. Singing birds, lovely words Echo all around. This is where I am, for now, though society I must bow To a life of insufferable strife I'm left to wonder, "How?" Not only this, but...
Wild ways for wild hearts
Today is the day When I take the wild way When I die with rage in my heart and claw and snarl to the bitter end Backing down was never the way I clutch the end even as I fight wild ways with a wild heart I take the stand against my fate I swear...
Down the well
The well was in a clearing, the clearing was in a forest, the forest was in a country and the country was in the sea. but despite this, the well was still deep and my stone was gone. i walked away. there are many stones.
Judgement of a human being
By the way you walk, By the way you talk, You are judged By the way that you live And the way that you give You are judged Each turn of face Puts you in your place In front of a faceless judge Called people For whom you care for You...
The first tale
In the beginning, there was nothing. It was this way for many countless ages, one cannot count time in that void; so it may have been an age or it may have been a mere second. But the inky blackness roiled and boiled, and from its velvet folds came...
Mask
I wear a mask, upon my face To hide away my realself From those both close And far away I cannot show them myself I lock my feelings deep inside Deep inside my soulself Tie the string to hold the mask That hides my fragile feelself So...
The hill
Have you ever wanted? Wanted for things to be the way they were back then? It's a feeling I can't shake, a need for a time that's past. A need for something half remembered. A birthday on the veranda, in a house you once lived in. A fortress made of...
Alone, not alone
I'm now, not alone pleas will you just phone don't leave, please stay i need you to say "i'll stay" by forest elk
Hand for the light, Flower for the dark
Flowers bloom here Your fear so clear It makes them grow The hand that picks Has now been pricked Blood will bleed so very slow Hand for the light Flower for the dark Was always lost, but now you know For in the night You'll flee and...