An Ode to the Stars by Lover-of-the-Rose, literature
Literature
An Ode to the Stars
An Ode to the Stars
Oh stars so pure and humble
That hide the secrets of your admirers and their desires
So bright... so plentiful... so fleeting...
Stars that bare the scars of time
Stars that cannot be mine
Oh star so bright with Night’s light
That give me strength to hold on to life
Far from grasp yet so close to desire
Slaves to the moon that guides the tide
If only you could be mine…
Nights spent with my imagination
Painting with constellations
Longing to be a part of your midnight dance
Times spent reaching to the sky
Yet still you weren’t mine
What a fool I was
To fall for twilight's majesty
Now I am
The Nameless
“In the depth of the Holy City there is said to be a city of its own, known as the ‘City of the Fallen’. Its location is known to only a rare few of the surviving Ancients. The city is said to be guarded by a woman called Eve. Little is known about her or what the corrupted city harbors. There is only one thing we know that dwells in the city... a great power is hidden there. A power greater than that of the Sword of Fate… Well that’s all for tonight young ones, time for you to go to bed.” Fallen Elder Jiro said before he closed the ancient book whose pa
Coffee and Manuscripts by Lover-of-the-Rose, literature
Literature
Coffee and Manuscripts
Coffee and Manuscripts
The scene the same as always
A room for two and books, books, and nothing but books scattered.
No trace of the light blue carpet that covers the paint splattered floor.
Manuscripts, yes, Manuscripts one after another cover the plush gray bed.
A run of the mill girl in her world slaving away for what?
Fame? Fortune? Attention? What?
Who knows anymore she’s too far gone to remember.
She waits for something….
An idea? A miracle? A sign?
Nope just another cup of coffee.
She leaves her domain to foreign territory
The kitchen avoiding her mother’s harsh ridicule, and her brother’s shameless profani