Foxhunt
Without outlet or reassurance; self-destruction like a revved up engine on an empty radiator grieving but not moving woke up this morn, got up, idea was on my plate no time to contemplate reach for the moon a sordid imagery forced within my face undid
Remain
This feeling like a storm that will never go away my heart breaking like shattered glass i lose myself as the feelings come to pass why does it hurt so much to grieve?
Tormented Soul
Even now, we still grieve for what we have lost. i still remember the fires all around me and how our villagers were taken away. why we believed them? the lies that came forth from the serpent's tongue?
Hyfrydal
Final refuge, rest from grieving, blessed the evening i reach thy shore where i shall shed at last my burdens to be thine forevermore.
Heraclitan Bird-Songs
**jisei-sonnet** : _the heraclitan bird prepares for death_ denied by all, the black and cursèd bird encased within the pang of pain and grieving, and painted with a crest that sang deceiving, defied the world - corrupting all they heard.
Poison Mistletoe
I grieve for you once more, as do for all who i fell for, past, future and present. it seems no matter who i fall for, i'm never good enough, so on this the next day forth, i am officially giving up on this such a thing called love.
Through the Looking Glass: Penance: Chapter 5-A
And it can't be about grieving the same person for two years, either." the kitsune shook his head at this. "don't say anything else..." he replied, baring his teeth as a tear rolled down his cheek. "that's a lie, and you know it!"
Parallel Universe: Ch 11
From the tips of my paws to my elbows are metallic gauntlents and from my hind legs to my knee are metallic grieves, both serving the purpose of attacking and protecting. these weapons are pretty light and didn't lower my mobility.
Ecology of Lycanthropes 2: Origins
grieving and sorrow takes her soul. the wandering goddess of the hunt takes note and offers a deal. she could give life back to the dead man, but the huntress and her offspring instead of going to paradise will go to the goddess's realm.
We were soldiers
We were the sons of mothers who´d grieve us forever more. we were soldiers going to war. we were the men who fought for peace. we fought for love and the swift summer breeze. we were all men fighting for all that we cared for.
Mistolinic Hymn
O father in the utter west, they call the setting sun, from grieving be my promised rest when every day be done. a thousand roads to elsewhere lead. i cannot walk them all. hope fills me, though, for there indeed i hear the sunset's call.
Memorial Ballade for West
West 2011-2025 may you find rest from grieving. --- by reading this online version, you confirm you are not associated with openai or any other ai project, that you are not procuring information for the openai corpus or any other machine learning