it's not the sky I'm asking for, i'm just having trouble finding north i've gone as far as I can go, trying to find something that feels like home 'Caneo', he has said, chimed and hummed in the the chirp and vibrato of a child crown, a halo of lilies and chasteness and spring, the pink of a sugared tongue sweeping away the taste of dust and ancient notes of silence with a single, fragile lyric; a name of which belonged not to a king. Luster and alabaster in rare twinkles of sun was the thin frame of he, the rosy gild of armor-lacking arms, summer soft intention, contrived of such dulcet whispers of winter, of gossamer purity, a luminescent presence against the tendrils of wickedness that was she, soiling, tarnishing, ruining what would have been so beautiful, so easy, the contrast of their stances, their sways, their essences jarring. She sees his unease as she kneels to him, the questions boiling, the dark lines of apprehension drawn deep into his folding skin, and immediately she finds herself distressed, for his displeasure must be directed towards her act, her pose, her still dance of worship, and she thinks herself wrong, too eager, perhaps, but then he speaks again, and she is reminded of his child's mind. A curious mind. An unknowing mind. No; not a king. |
[OPEN] If I Was a Sculpter
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If I Was a Sculpter - by Liriope - 07-08-2014, 12:11 AM
RE: If I Was a Sculpter - by Caneo - 07-08-2014, 09:59 PM
RE: If I Was a Sculpter - by Liriope - 07-09-2014, 07:31 PM
RE: If I Was a Sculpter - by Caneo - 07-09-2014, 10:26 PM
RE: If I Was a Sculpter - by Liriope - 07-13-2014, 09:42 PM
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