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My lady WidowSet upon a lonely corner of an otherwise dreary setting there is life. The cellar of a woman’s home, where the humidity is unbearable, a myriad of broken pipes fixed with half hearted attempts and a plentiful supply of plumber’s putty, the very old heater that quakes to life every now and again with the groans of age and threats of sputtering to death without a bit of concern to those it warms. There’s a laundry bin where she keeps her clothes, a pair of long black stockings sitting atop it all, even if they didn’t really belong there. Even if it was all just to set the illusion that she had been on a date with a lovely stMy lady Widow
by ~LongSword
Feather LightFeather LightFeather Light
The crow sat atop a lamp post, as it did most every night while prowling the graves of the dead, sharp black eyes reflecting only the dull wit of a hungry bird. The crow ruffles from it’s perch, beak nibbling at some unseen saboteur to it’s daily rituals, oil preened through each strand of black silk. But then it happened, much as it may have surprised the bird or not, that a feather would float from this raven, pried out by his own beak to set against the wind. The crow pays it no mind… it is but one of many, and there is much to be done, so much to be done here. But what would the f
by ~LongSword
What I AmWhat I AmWhat I Am
A madness sets apart each man, each woman, to become so willful and self absorbed that we rarely take the time to notice those around us. It is a pitiful state when we cannot learn through watching. That the world is so chaotic we cannot spare our eyes to understand. But I have traveled with man too long not to wish to know them. And I confess, I have been them as well.
I have been the Sheppard. I have seen innocence I could not obtain, so instead I sought to protect it. I have walked with my flock across the land, as they watched an bleated in simp
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