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The QuestioningHe watched the shadows playing in waves across his knuckles as he rapped them rhythmically on the dead metal of the great table. He had focused on the quandary momentarily but had easily lost that train of thought. Now his mind wandered aimlessly, searching for an answer in the abyss of experience therein. So often this would spark instant recognition, but not today, not now.The Questioning
He could keep silent no longer, they were waiting. Six passive faces stared unfalteringly at his downcast crown. He could not see them, but he felt the weight of those unblinking, emotionless eyes upon his shoulders, crushing him. He rose to his feet, not a
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The ChamberHe woke in a vast chamber. It was not dark, it was black, as if tainted by the deepest night. The enormity of it was sensed, a hollow feeling at his core as if a great emptiness surrounded him. Yet the air was wet and cloying, thick with the stench of ancient blood.The Chamber
At his back a stone pillar, unadorned, rose beyond his groping hands. The surface rough and eroded, as if the column had stood for centuries. He could find no join in the rock, it was unbroken stone to its peak or the sections were gigantic. Either way no human hand had carved this. Subconsciously he could feel the majesty of the thing and it left the sour sense of a
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The First DawnUnderground, in a room bare of windows, a child was born. A human child. A boy, frail and naked, came wailing into the world. His mother, wracked with pain, drenched in the icy sweat of the dying, smiled a pale smile that was to be her last. As her body grew colder than the stone it rested on, and the silence of the room echoed into the night, the child was handed to a grave man with bloodshot eyes, who turned and left as quickly as he had come, now bearing the boy close under his coat.The First Dawn
Across the Lands of the Houses and over the Lopeland Peaks. Through the Middle country, thick with swamp and jungle, to the sho
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When The Mind Truly WandersThud! Thud!When The Mind Truly Wanders
Thus was the smashing Again and again
Came the Crashing, the crashing!
Slamming, colliding! Boulders rip free Tearing and bleeding But no-one can see.
He sat there Numbed and perplexed Why? why? His mind wondered, vexed
Contemplating his death
He looked to his lap Only to see her face Staring right back
He threw up his head And an anguished roar Erupted out From the dead wooden floor
He and his belovéd Were there, in the dark He sat, she lay
by ~renevatium
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Self LoathingSinfully, she wants to be Elsewhere among the things she Longs to own and hold Forgetting the price yet to be paidSelf Loathing
Listfully, she dives in head first Only to be met by blinding pain Another tragedy unfolds Tomorrow won't be much better Hiding the wounds will do no good Insistantly, they scream to be known Never resting for a moment of silence Getting in the way of everything
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