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[P] Hymn of the Waste

T’the whistlin’ of the Waste, I raise up my glass Oh! That sweet scent of sassafras T’the howlin’ of the beasts, I light up my smoke Restin’ out under that ol’ dyin’ oak With the settin’ of the sun, it’s another day pass With the risin’ of the sun, it’s another bad joke

Note: This work is incomplete and was made as an excerpt for a fake song featured in a roleplay for world-building purposes

#poem #freeform #song lyrics #hymn of the waste #world-building

[CP] Mark of Evil

Faint music played from an old jukebox in the back corner of the bar as Draven entered the building, the soft murmur of chatter blending together into an almost pleasant hum of noise. The place was fairly empty, as usual, with only a few people scattered around the tables and counter; it was something he honestly took comfort in, and the main trait about the small dive bar which kept him returning week after week. At the end of a long work day rounding out an even longer week, it felt nice to be somewhere he actually felt safe outside of his own home.

#kaesera #character prose #mark of evil #draven marosa #short story

[WP] Gnarled Tree Park

Attention: The following read contain several heavy topics including environmental destruction, fading friendship, repressed love, and character death, please be warned

This week I went for another first liner and whoo-boy, this one really got away from me. I got pretty emotional while writing this so please do be warned, and I hope you all enjoy it.

#kaesera #weekly prompt #gnarled tree park #short story #sad #emotional

[CP] DDaHT Pt.3

Sitting on the edge of a fountain in the middle of a shopping center, the boys snacked on their frozen treats, quiet and content and making faces at all the people who looked at them with judging eyes. At least Frasier made faces. Niles was more just hiding behind his ice cream cone...trying to at least.

Sighing, Frasier leaned a bit towards his brother, supporting his weight on his arm as he brought one leg up on the edge of the fountain, “Man, I needed this,” he hummed, “Things were getting much too stifling at school today. I felt like my brain was screaming.” Niles looked at him, frowning a bit in concern, “Did something happen?” he asked. “Nah,” Frasier replied, “but that’s the problem. Nothing ever happens. It’s always the same boring shit all the bloody time. I just want some excitement, you know,” he sighed, “Mum and dad won’t be too happy with me, but I don’t rightly care at the moment.” “Mum and dad are never happy with you,” Niles commented. “Hey now,” Frasier turned on him, but smiled, “Watch it, or I’ll even you up and give you a knock on the other side too.” “Oh stars,” Niles blurted around a mouthful of ice cream, lifting his hand to keep it from falling out, “Is it noticeable?!” Frasier laughed and nodded, “Oh hell yeah,” he snorted, “I gave you a serious bruise. That’s gonna last a while.” “Mum and dad are going to absolutely smother me when they see it. And they definitely won’t be any less upset with you…” “Eh, just say Barney did it,” the older brother frowned, “It was his fault anyways.” For a while, Niles was silent, just staring at his treat with a gentle frown, then he shifted to lean forward and tilted the cone a bit to let it drip on the sidewalk. Frasier watched him, dark gaze lazily studying the design his younger brother made. His gaze soon shifted though to focus back on the boy as he spoke. “Frasier...you weren't...y-you wouldn't really...k-kill him...w-would you?” Niles asked quietly. Frasier watched him for a while, staying silent, then gave a soft scoff and looked away, “Nah,” he said, “That punk wouldn't be even remotely worth going to prison for. Don’t worry, Nilely, your boyfriend is safe.” Niles choked a bit and started to stammer but couldn't get anything out. Frasier just laughed, cackling almost, and looked back at him, “Fuck, Niles,” he chuckled, “Breathe, I was just joking. The younger brother gave a sound that was a mix of a nervous laugh and a sigh of relief, “Right,” he said softly, “Of course.” “You really are too tense, you know that, Nilely?” Frasier snorted, “You need to let loose a bit, learn to joke and mess around.” “Sorry…” he mumbled. His brother sighed, “No, don’t apologize. You didn't do anything wrong, I’m just-” a sudden sound of a cell phone pinging cut him off and he frowned a bit, before shifting and moving to stand up so he could pull out his phone. He sat back down as he looked at the message he’d received and his frown only deepened. “Bollocks,” he muttered and sighed, “I gotta go meet someone, will you be able to make it home alright on your own?” he asked, “I’ll give you money for a cab.” Niles frowned, but nodded, “Y-yeah,” he said, “I-I should be alright...wh-when will you be home though?” Frasier scrunched his face a bit in thought as his put his phone away and pulled out his wallet, “Probably not until after dinner, honestly. You should tell mum and dad not to wait for me,” he added and held out a few notes, “That oughta cover the fee plus tip,” he hummed and slipped his wallet back into his pocket. Niles nodded and took the money offered to him as he stood, “Alright,” he said, then smiled a bit and added, “See you later, Frasiergator.” The older brother smiled and chuckled a bit, jutting his chin toward the younger male as he responded, “Not for a while, Croconile.” He moved in to offer the boy a hug, then turned and ran off into the crowd of shoppers, soon becoming lost from sight.

#kaesera #short story #character prose #dew drops and honey tea #niles tanner #frasier tanner

[CP] DDaHT Pt.2

At lunch, Niles sat alone under a tree near the edge of the yard, picking at the crust of his sandwich and tossing it out into the grass for the birds. He sighed as he fell back against the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes with a light frown. He thought back to class, his frown deepening at the words of his classmates repeating in his ears. He hadn't finished his reading, even when Mrs.Cormik returned and invited him to try again. He’d refused, unable to bring himself to even look at anyone at that point.

He thought about his poem, about how horribly it had been misinterpreted, and, with his frown increasing, he opened his eyes and glared a bit up at the leaves of the tree, brows knitting together in a frustrated anger. Shifting, he sat back up and moved to grab his school bag, pulling out his notebook and turning to put it on his lap as he flipped through the pages. When he got to the poem, he stopped, and scowled, setting a hand over the writing. His fingers brushed lightly over the words, hovering just above the page so as not to smudge the graphite, but then, with a sneer, he slapped his hand down and curled his fingers, successfully tearing the page out and crumpling it up in the same action. Passing the crumpled paper from one hand to the other, he crumpled it further, rendering it no more than a small, smudged ball, which he promptly threw out into the grass. Tossing his notebook aside, he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs to hug them close as he buried his face. He wasn't left for long though, as something hitting his shoulder and bouncing off caused him to jump, and he raised his head to be met with a group of other students in front of him. He froze, a cold chill running through him as he locked eyes with the leader of the group. “I-I-I don’t...I...I-I don’t want any t-trouble, Barney,” he stammered. “Little late for that, D-duh-d-dorky,” the boy grouched, crossing his arms, “I got in a lot of trouble because of you. Principal Beck called my mom, and you know what she said?” he scowled, “I’m grounded,” he spat, not even waiting for Niles to attempt an answer, “No TV, no games, and no going out with friends. It’s fucking shit. It’s not my fault you’re such a blubbering freak!” Niles shrunk in on himself as the boy went off on him, “I-I-I-I’m-m-I-I-I’m-I’m-I-um-I’m-m-m-I’m s-s-s-sorry?” he responded quietly, “I-I-I-I don’t- I-I don’t- I don’t- d-don’t r-really kn-know what- wh-what you wa-w-w-want me to do…” “I want to get my punishment’s worth,” Barney scoffed, “If I’m going to be grounded, I at least want the satisfaction of smashing your face in. It’s what you deserve after writing that dirty little poem and setting me up.” “But I didn't-” Niles started, words blurting out of him before he cut himself off, “Th-th-the p-p-p-poem wasn't...i-it wasn't...i-it’s n-not dirty,” he spoke with weak defensiveness, “I-it was...i-it’s about m-my brother and myself…” Barney stared at him, then gave a disgusted look, “Dear gods, that is absolutely repulsive,” he choked, “You have fantasies about your brother? For fuck’s sake, Niles, I-” “I-it’s not an e-erotic p-poem!” Niles burst, “I-i-it’s about the games...th-the games we used to play together,” he shrunk down and lowered his head again, “Th-there’s nothing d-dirty about it…” The boy snorted at Niles’ reaction, smirking a bit, “Look at you, you can’t even defend your poem. How would you ever defend yourself? You’d better fucking put up a fight, else this is just going to be pathetic.” With that, he nodded to his friends, gesturing to the boy on the ground, “Get him to his feet,” he told them, “Make sure he doesn't run.” Niles’ eyes widened widen as his head shot up to see the two others with Barney moving toward him, and he started to scramble to his feet to get away. In a moment though, the others had grabbed an arm each and lifted him up to his feet, pulling him over toward the other boy. They held him in place as he wriggled and kicked, fighting to get away. Barney watched him a moment, scowling, “For bloody fuck’s sake, Niles,” he huffed after a moment, “Plant your prissy little feet and fight like a man, would you?”

“If it’s a man you want to fight, kid, then why don’t you fight me?” a new voice suddenly sounded from the fence and everyone looked over with wide eyes to see an older male leaning on the top rail with one arm folded lazily over the other, making him look casual and even natural, as though he were meant to be there. “F-frasier,” Niles squeaked, falling somewhat limp in the arms of the kids still holding him as he shrunk back, “Wh-wh-what are y-y-you-y-you- wh-what are- sh-s-shouldn't you be at sc-school?” “Let’s just say it was early release,” the young man replied, dark eyes boring into the two students holding the boy. They released him in a moment and started to back off. Barney’s scowl deepened as he watched Niles take off running back to the tree and gather up his things, and his gaze shifted to Frasier as he said, “So what, that’s it? You’re just going to stare at us and expect us to run off?” Frasier raised his brows in interested amusement and focused on the boy, “You do know who I am, don’t you?” he questioned. “Frasier Tanner, his older brother, yeah, everyone knows you,” Barney replied, “But just because you have a reputation doesn't mean I’m afraid of you.” “Oh really?” Frasier mused, smiling, “Well, that’s good to know,” he chuckled, “I’m glad there’s someone still willing to fight me.” “I’m not looking to fight you,” Barney scowled, “My problem isn't with you, now, it’s with him,” he thrust his hand toward Niles with a huff, “He’s the one I want to fight, and I’d like to do it before the end of lunch if you don’t mind. I won’t have time after school to-” “If I don’t mind?” Frasier scoffed, “Buddy. You’re asking to beat the shit out of my brother, not take him out on a date. I think you might be a little dim in the head if you actually believe I’ll be ‘suaded into allowing that. Now you might not have a problem with me, but I sure as hell have a problem with you. But I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll give you another chance to turn tail now and leave my brother alone. Consider yourself fucking blessed, you bloody bastard.” Barney rolled his eyes at the man and looked to his friends, “Come on guys, this guy is obviously just talk. Just grab Dorky and let’s go. He wouldn't dare come after us.” Frasier laughed then, standing up, “Oh, little boy, you really are daft, aren't you?” he sighed, “Though I suppose you’re right on some level,” he paused, setting a hand on the fence, “I wouldn't dare,” he grinned, “I just would.”

Niles watched as punch after punch and kick after kick were thrown, biting his lip and clutching his items close. At one point, Frasier threw Barney to the ground again, and Niles watch in horror as the man ruthlessly rammed his foot into the boy’s chest over and over. Barney had given up, curling into a tight ball on the ground to try and escape as much damage as he could. Between bursts of kicks, Frasier stooped to strike his fist into the boy’s face, laughing all the while. Finally, Niles inched forward and reached out to set a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “F-Frasier,” he started, slowly reaching out, “I-I th-think that’s e-eno-no-nough. J-ju-just-” He was violently cut off though as his hand fell on the older male’s shoulder and the man suddenly spun around and threw a sharp fist right at the smaller boy’s jaw. Niles cried out in pain and stumbled back a few steps before falling to the ground. Tears burned in his eyes and he choked back a sob as a violent tremor ran through his body. Frasier immediately snapped out of his blind state and let out a curse, “Oh shit, Niles! Fucking… What have I told you about staying out of my way!” he seethed lightly and hurried to his brother’s side, “Fuck…” he hissed, “You know I can’t control myself when I get into a rage.” “I-I-I- y-y-yes,” Niles stammered, nodding fiercely, “I-I-I know...I-I know. I’m...I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry Frasier. I’m-I-I-I-I’m-I’m s-sorry. I-I won’t- I-I w- I-I-I w-wont d-do it again. P-p-promise.” For a few moments, Frasier watched his brother, frowning, then he sighed and shook his head, “Alright, alright, that’s enough of that,” he said, setting a hand on Niles’ back, “Come on now, no need for any Croconile tears. You’re tougher than that, right?” he smiled. Niles sniffled and lifted a hand to wipe at his eyes, “Y-yeah...yeah…” he mumbled sniffling again, “Yeah...I-I’m tough...I’m… I’m okay,” he sighed, “I’m okay. You...y-you didn't hurt me, Frasier, I’m fine.” “Good,” the man smiled, then shifted to stand up and held out a hand to offer his brother help in getting up, “Come on,” he said, “Why don’t we ditch this place and go get some ice cream. You deserve some after having to go through all this shit.” “But what about the rest of school?” Niles asked with a frown as he looked up at his brother, “I still have two classes left…” he mumbled as he reached to take the man’s hand.

Frasier dismissed his words with a wave of his free hand, “So you’ll miss them,” he scoffed, “You’re present every other day. One day of absence won’t kill you, and I’ll do your make up work if it bothers you so much. This is ice cream we’re talking about, Niles. Ice cream over listening to your teachers drone on about things you’ll never actually use. Come on, you’re supposed to be the smart one between us, and this is really a no brainer.” Niles frowned, but just nodded a bit and said, “Yeah...I guess you’re right…” “That’s the spirit, Croconile,” the man grinned, “Now grab your things and let’s go.” “What about Barney?” Niles asked, nodding to the boy curled in the grass. “Who?” Frasier blinked, before looking down at the kid. A sharp laugh escaped him and he slapped his hands on his thighs as he bent forward a bit from the intensity of his laughter, “His name is Barney!?” he burst, “Your name is Barney?!” tears of laughter clung to the corner of his eyes and he wheezed as he straightened back up, “Oh fuck...oh man,” he breathed, “I...I can’t fucking breathe!” “Frasier…” Niles frowned, “Be nice. Please? You already beat him up…” Frasier wheezed, fighting to contain himself, and nodded a bit as he focused on just breathing, “Yeah, alright, fine,” he snickered, “You’re right. His pride’s been hurt enough. I doubt he’ll be giving you anymore trouble,” he hummed and then turned his attention down to the boy in question, “You won’t be giving him trouble now, will you, Barney?” Barney shook his head weakly, “N-no sir,” he replied, voice quiet and shaky, “I p-promise…” “Good,” Frasier said with a nod, “If you break that promise, I’ll probably kill you, so just keep that in mind, hm? Now then,” he looked at Niles, “I’m sure Barney will be fine. Tough as he makes himself out to be, he should be able to drag himself to the nurse, and if not,” he shrugged, “well, someone is sure to come looking for him,” he smirked and shot a glance down to the boy before returning his gaze to Niles, “Now come on, Croconile, get your shit and let’s go!”

#kaesera #short story #character prose #dew drops and honey tea #niles tanner #frasier tanner

[CP] DDaHT Pt.1

“The sun sinks low but once a day, Orange, red, and violet in a grand display. Rain falls down but just from gray; Wispy clouds just want to play. The world holds beauty- Just look and see; A stunning work for you and me. The world holds beauty- It is the key; A magnificent place of lives lived free.”

A few soft claps filled the room as the poem came to an end and the girl who recited the work took a small bow to signify the end of her poem; some clapped honestly, while others merely seemed to act by obligation under the expectant eye of their teacher. The teacher smiled at the young girl and gave a respectful nod, “Thank you, Amelia,” she hummed, “That was very well read, and well written too. You did a marvelous job. Please have a seat back at your desk.” “Yes, Mrs. Cormik, thank you,” Amelia responded to the woman, giving a polite nod to emphasis her thanks before skipping on back to her desk. “Alright then, class,” Mrs. Cormik started, “Would anyone like to volunteer to go next?” she waited but as she was met with nothing but shuffling kids avoiding eye contact, she sighed, shook her head, and then let her gaze fall on a student at random. “Niles,” she started, causing the named boy to jump in his seat, “Perhaps you would like to come up and read? You always write such beautiful pieces.” The boy, Niles, sunk down in his seat, raising his notebook to hide behind it, and shook his head. Other students snickered and whispered, all looking to the front to watch the boy with venomous amusement in their eyes. Some made mocking faces toward the boy, silently calling him out on his timidness and twisting it to cruel jokes. The teacher frowned a bit at the other children, expression hard and warning, before setting a gentle gaze back on Niles, “Come on now,” she said, “There’s nothing to fear. I know you can do it if you try, and trying is really all that matters. Just give it a try, Niles, it’s all I can really ask of you, and I’m sure you’ll be just fine.” Hesitantly, Niles lowered his notebook a bit, peeking over the top of it to the teacher. Looking into her reassuring and supportive gaze a few moments, he closed his eyes and took a soft breath, before giving a small nod and slowly slipping out of his desk. For a few moments, he just stood there, staring toward the blackboard with a hint of fear. The whispers and stifled laughter continued behind him, growing stronger even, and as he stepped forward to make way for the front of the classroom, one kid near the back suddenly spoke out, “Goo-g-g-g-goo-g- Break a leg up there, D-d-d-d-d-dorky Pig,” gaining an immediate roar of laughter from the rest of the class. “Barney Truman!” Mrs. Cormik scolded harshly, rising up from her desk and staring the boy down with a stern, cold gaze, “I will have none of that in my classroom! Do you hear me? At this school, we treat others with the same respect we want them to give to us. We do not mock fellow students with hurtful jokes and names. One more peep like that and I will send you to Principal Beck’s office. Do you understand?” The boy pressed back a snort, smirking a bit and rolling his eyes, “Yes, Mrs. Cormik, I understand,” he replied, “I’m sorry for the interruption.” “You watch that tone, young, man,” the teacher warned, to which the boy was unable to stop his small snort. She gave him a warning snap of her fingers, then turned her gaze to the boy still standing awkwardly between his desk and the blackboard. Her features softened and she sighed a bit, “Come on, Niles,” she said sweetly, “Just ignore them. You’ll do fine. I know you will.” Again, Niles nodded, reaching up to push his glasses back in place on his nose, before dragging his feet forward and heading for the front of the class. He faced the board for a bit when he finally got there, clutching his notebook and looking down at it with a nervous fear burning in his eyes. Finally though, he turned around and faced the class, keeping his gaze locked on the words of his page as he cleared his throat, “Um…” he started, shifting and shuffling his feet anxiously, “I-I call this poem D-d-d-d-d-dew D-drops a-a-a-and H-h-h...H-h-h...H-hon-honey Tea…” he paused, biting his lip a little as he took a deep breath, then started again, “E-early spring b-b-b-brings in the p-pour...L-l-leaving d-drops for e-early ‘m-mo-m-mor. N-naked feet...a-along the ground, t-tip-toe out...uh...w-without a sound…” he swallowed, peeking up only a moment before looking down and raising his notebook up higher to hide, “O-over grass we quickly race...s-...s-s-s-stifled laughs thhhh-th-through our chase. H-hush and sh-shush we t-take hide, n-nestle i-...i-i...in-in-i-in s-side by side-” “Holy shit, Niles wrote an erotic poem!” Barney blurt out in a hard laugh from the back of the room, “A kinky one at that too,” he snorted, “No wonder he’s so nervous about reading it aloud.” The rest of the class broke out in laughter as well, and the boy at the front of the class shrunk down where he stood, pressing his notebook against his face to hide the tint of red quickly flooding over his face. “Barney Truman!” Mrs. Cormik snapped, throwing much of the class back into silence. It was known well amongst the students of Mrs. Cormik that she rarely ever truly got angry. She was a remarkably patient woman, willing to give anyone multiple chances to right any wrongs they might have made, and she was extremely supportive as well, working to help guide those to the right choice where needed. She rarely ever lost her temper with even the most sour of company, but when she did finally reach her breaking point, one could be sure they were in for a heap of trouble. Swiftly, the woman made way to the back of the class, pulling the boy to his feet and guiding him out of the class. With the teacher gone, students turned to each other and began talking amongst themselves, chittering and chattering about the boy who had been pulled out and making jokes about the boy still standing at the front. Soon enough, Niles moved, shuffling back to his desk and sinking low in his seat.

#kaesera #short story #character prose #dew drops and honey tea #niles tanner #frasier tanner

New Category

Hey everyone, I feel really bad for not posting for so long, so I've decided to add a new category of works to the blog, titled Character Prose, which are essentially short stories varying from a few paragraphs to full chapters revolving around various characters I use for roleplay. These characters typically don’t have their own stories, as their story develops through the roleplay, so I use these proses as a means of defining the character and developing them further outside of roleplay. If you have any questions about any of the characters featured in a given prose, please don’t be afraid to ask, I’ll gladly tell you all about the character and their basic story (spoiler free).

My first Character Prose I’m going to share is called Dew Drops and Honey Tea and is about my boy, Niles and his abusive older brother when they were teens. It runs on the longer side of my proses, so I've divided it into three parts which will be released daily. I hope you enjoy it!

[WP] When All Else Fails

Hey everyone, I’m back! Sorry for the long silence. I was dealing with a lot of stress at home and just couldn't find my muse anymore. I’m in a much better place now and am finally settling in and getting back into the swing of things, and so I bring you a new weekly prompt! This time, I’m confident that I will actually keep up the schedule.

This week’s prompt was a “first line” prompt provided by a generator on Writing Exercises, which I found really inspiring. The story includes aspects of war and death, but nothing too heavy or serious. Enjoy!

#kaesera #short story #weekly prompt #writing prompt #death #war #first line

[WP] Waiting for You

My first in hopefully a long line of weekly prompts. This one was supplied by @writing-prompt-s and inspired by their “ancient immortal” prompt found here I wanted to take more of a mysterious, melancholic approach to the idea, with a few hidden elements of certain heavy topics. I hope you enjoy this short piece.

I remember the day as though it were yesterday, and yet...it has grown so fuzzy in my mind with all the time which has passed. I remember them. I remember their walk, the way they held their form. I remember their voice, and the patterns in their speech. I remember the way they looked at me, those dark and hollow eyes so void of emotion. All but for that tiny little spark when they realized who they had encountered. I watched as the fear grew within them, but why it appeared, I have still yet to be able to explain. How does one convey such intimidation, such a warding aura that even they themself would think twice before getting too close? How does one manage to ward off even the strongest, even the bravest, even the most unworldly powerful of all, by doing nothing at all? How does one manage to strike fear into that which holds a claim of the same in all who exist, all who eventually have to face them no matter how fast they run or how well they think they can hide? I remember that day, way back before I even knew what power I held. I remember watching them approach me, and knowing exactly who they are and what their intention was. I remember the way I threw them off with my smile and wave, welcoming them like an old friend. I remember the weariness as I offered them a sip from my flask. I remember talking, blathering on and on about everything I regretted, everything I love, everything I cherished and already missed. They were uneasy. I don’t think anyone had ever just talked to them before. I don’t think anyone had ever acknowledged their existence before. I remember tears, but I can’t remember if they were mine. I remember pain, but I don’t remember if it was inflicted by them. I remember fear, but I don’t think it was shared. I don’t know why they left, and it worries me to think they’ll never return, but until they do, I’ll be waiting, and just like back then, I’ll smile and wave and greet them just as before. And I’ll hope. I’ll hope that this time they won’t leave me behind.

#kaesera #short story #writing prompt #weekly prompt #death #immortal

[P] Cirque Noir

Come one and come all Come big and come small From the young the old To the meek and the bold

Come where the night shines so bright Come where the darkness quells all fright To where dreams are made to be And where fantasy is set free

Come to the show spoken world-round Come to the spectacle which knows no bounds From the heart of Paris, to the sleepless city of sin Bringing feats unlike any which have ever been

We welcome you here to our show tonight And wish you a very grand delight And so now, as we take the floor Again, we say, welcome, to Cirque Noir!

It’s not from any of my stories, really just an introduction/catcher I wrote up for one of the roleplays I run for my friends, titled, Cirque Noir, which is about a corrupted circus of “freaks”, or “gifted humans”, who have been collected and forced to perform. ... Could quite possibly become a story in all honesty, I do plan to make most of my roleplay worlds into stories. So we’ll just have to see, I suppose ;3

#kaesera #poetry #freeform #song lyrics #roleplay #story #world-building #cirquenoir

[P] The Drunkard’s Prayer

Oh send me, oh send me, oh send me a sign, I ask of you, Caelus, to tell me it's fine. Not sure that you've noticed, But it's all gone to cocks, All thanks to your brother, With the face of a fox. Oh send me, oh send me, oh send me your word, You'll see that your teachings, have gotten quite blurred. I hope that you hear this, My Creator, divine, I hope that you speak now, And tell me it's fine. Oh the world is now heading, To a truly dark place, All thanks to your emmers, With the fox and skull face. Oh yes the world is now heading, To a truly dark time, So I ask of you Caelus, To tell me it's fine. Oh send me, oh send me, please send me a sign, I beg of thee, Caelus to tell me it's fine. Please send me, yes send me, just send me some word, Release all my troubles like the flight of a bird.

-- from The Gems of Life series

Another old one like The Wolf’s First Song which was written for one of my stories and so doesn't appear in any of my collections. This one, too, is intended to be read as a song, and my friend actually sang it for me, though I will have to ask them if it would be alright to share their recording of it. This one is from my Gems of Life series and is more of a fun little detail to the world the series takes place in.

#kaesera #poetry #song lyrics #lyrics #gemsoflife #gaion #story #series

[P] The Wolf’s First Song

Have you ever heard the Wolf's first song? Long before he was alone. Have you ever heard the Wolf's first song? A serenade of cheerful tone. I once heard the Wolf's first song. Ringing clearly through the night. I once heard the Wolf's first song. And I felt so warm and bright. Shall I sing the Wolf's first song? Give it words for you to hear. Shall I sing the Wolf's first song? And chase away all of your fear. Hold on to this, the Wolf's first song. Keep it with you all the time. Hold on to this, the Wolf's first song. I promise you will be just fine. Do you believe the Wolf's first song? Such great power, does it hold. Do you believe the Wolf's first song? It brings great things a hundredfold. Sing with me, the Wolf's first song. So we will never be apart. Sing with me, the Wolf's first song. And know I'm always in your heart.

-- from The Seven series

I just found this old poem, it’s not in any of my collections because it was actually written to go into my main series, The Seven. It’s meant to be sung as a lullaby, and serves a very important purpose in the first book of the series, though you don’t get to see the full song there because that would take up too much time. So I thought I’d share the whole poem on its own. Maybe considered this a teaser in a way? :3c -innocent goat sounds-

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[P] The Zebra

There once was a young one named Debra Whose favorite animal was a zebra Allow me real quick To confirm this is a limerick For zebra truly does sound like Debra

-- from Word-Splattered Walls

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[P] Dark Clouds

Dark clouds form and rain falls down Icy cold upon the ground Salty waves take the shore Dragging away more and more Crashing Thrashing Turning Churning Slamming down and nearly lashing Lashing Lashing Out at me Striking Striking Like lightning Digging deep And turning round Next I feel I start to drown Further Further I slip down Deeper Deeper By the pound Icy chill and darkness deep Not awake and not asleep Floating Flying Living Dying Trying Trying Oh so hard Trying to be like all the rest Raise my head and give a grin Lying is my biggest sin Just nod and nod Later sob Sob and sob without a sound Let no one know Let no tear show Just pretend and lay low The storm will end In due time Lull and null And quiet down The eye will come and give a break Once I've had all I can take On the shore of the biggest lake Thunder quakes And everything shakes Dark clouds form and rain falls down And I cry with it without a sound.

-- from Darkness and Other Poems of the Night

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[P] Darkness

I am the shadow in the corner of your eye, the noises you hear at night. I am the chill you feel when you're all alone, the source of all your fright. I am the one who keeps you up all night, and turns your dream to horror. I am the one you see in the dark, who fills your mind with terror. I care not who you are, nor not what you may have done. You ask me where nightmares start, I answer: I am the one.

-- from Darkness and Other Poems of the Night

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[P] Life is Like a River-

Life is like a River, Forever quickly Flowing, Never even Showing Any sign of Slowing- Life is like a River, Going round the Bend, Nonstop it will Send, Don’t know when it’ll End- Life is like a River, Don’t know what’s Ahead, Calm rivers or Rapids; That is why it is Said- Life is like a River, Always will Deliver, Always is a Giver-

-- from Mental Mansion

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[P] That Man Without a Name

One day in my fine life I found myself in quite a bit of trouble, An illness taken hold my wife And taxes, rent, and gas had doubled. I sought out help from those I knew, But all were in the same as I. All of us our money few And barley were making by. Then a man, A strange man for sure Gave me a hand, And gave my wife a cure A favor, a favor, he did for me And a favor, a favor, he asked from me “What favor could this be dear sir,” I asked of he, “What favor do you want?” I asked of he. “In due time, you will hear from me,” said he, “In due time, I will return.” “But what of your name?” I did ask he, “What might it be,” I seemed to yearn. But he never did reply, Just turned and left as he had came. No he never did answer I, That man without a name.

-- from Mental Mansion

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