Search for the StarlightWarriors:Book Two:Prologue by The-Pheonix-Dress, literature
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Search for the StarlightWarriors:Book Two:Prologue
The stars were glittering brightly in the sky that night as the four leaders gathered at the Gathering one night alone. Their clans were still in camp. It had been a moon since the four apprentices had set out on their quest and they were beginning to feel the effects of the darkness seeking to plague their world.
Cats were dying. Prey was running out. Even the river was beginning to dry out.
“This cannot continue,” Whitestar spat out bitterly, her white fur fluffed out against the cold wind blowing. Thunderclouds overhead had stayed around since the apprentice left.
“We have no control over it Whitestar! This is not our f
My master' eyes have nothing that's foretold
Darkness is far more homely than his voice;
If night be warm, why then the day is cold;
Then voices of hells angels,can rejoice.
The shattered lonely hearts of women bleed
But I know no such pain in his distain;
And in some nights I'm blind but still I need
The soft and hateful call that is his name.
I love to watch my name roll on his lips
The music that torments my wretched dreams
And from my feeble grasp he always slips;
Leaving a dream that's not what it may seem.
And yet, by call of heart and painful song
I will love him until the night grows long.
The Last Priestess: Prolouge by The-Pheonix-Dress, literature
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The Last Priestess: Prolouge
Glass. It was shattered at her feet, stained with smoke and floating in a long pool of blood. There was no one left. No one but the dying and the bodies of the dead. She was bleeding heavily, clutching her child in her arms, listening to her cry as she tried to sooth her.
'Hush my darling child. It will be over soon,' she whispered, her warm brown eyes glittering with brimming tears in the flickering remains of the fire that had ravaged through the temple. The baby spluttered out a loud cough. The woman sighed.
'All gone,' she whispered to the child, her voice tired and pained. Her people were so innocent. How could this have happened? Why
Down Where the Poppies Grow by The-Pheonix-Dress, literature
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Down Where the Poppies Grow
In meadows deep and flowers sweet,
The flash of blood red soldiers creep,
With nothingness and dragging feet
Down where the poppies grow.
So far from home and prey to doom,
Creeping like shadows of over ledges at noon
The scarlet wells are soon to bloom
Down where the poppies grow
Welling red upon their breast
Forgetful now as if in least
And now in pastures lie down and rest
Down where the poppies grow
Gunshots ringing with thunderous sound
The cycle of war has gone around
The flowers now spring form the ground
Down where the poppies grow
Among the meadows and flowers blowing
Was once a trench and muddy river flowing?
The g