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    The Scribblings

    A thread for writing whatever strikes your fancy, unconnected with anything else that might be going on in the boards. In the efforts of keeping this place relatively streamlined, feedback/constructive criticism is probably best delivered to the writers through private messages, but I'll leave that up to the discretion of the writers themselves. Explain or just post, ask for feedback or ask that people just read and accept it as is.

    This is our thread. Post what you will.

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    I'd better start. What follows is an experiment in letting my mind drift along a vague theme and writing about the images that come up.

    Forget

    These are the tales of the twisted scrolls that lie where man knows not.

    Hallowed is this place and cursed
    A bleached white skull sits on ebon sands
    It is caressed by wind and rain and sun and moon and yet it feels not
    There is no care in its empty gaze nor smile in its toothsome mouth
    Time has forgotten it as it has forgotten so many of the lands
    There are places that we can no longer reach
    Places that have been denied to us
    Places we once roamed freely
    Places we once called home

    These were lands of dreams and dreamscapes
    Distorted through a frosted glass of twilight
    Rolling green beneath the black skies, clouds low and grey
    The moment before the storm shook the heavens
    Worlds of silence, worlds of potential
    They wait for a single word, lost to the human tongue
    Written on the twisted scrolls that lie where man knows not
    And on that word?
    Release

    Is this knowledge forbidden?
    Is this knowledge forgotten?
    Why have they been taken from us?
    We are lesser now than what we were
    If it is forgotten it is because we have failed
    We will never see that like again
    Never walk the ebon sands
    Nor dance over the rolling green beneath the black skies
    Never savour that moment balanced on the edge of a knife

    All that is left now is a bleached white skull
    We have failed.

    Such are the tales told in the twisted scrolls that lie where man knows not.

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    So gloomy... reminds me of the closing stanzas in Auguries of Innocence, minus the God references. There's probably a better example than William Blake, but anytime I see any kind of poetry, I always think of the first four lines of Auguries of Innocence.

    Well done :) Your mind flows well xD
    "I am the brightest light, for I am darkness. I know everything, for I know nothing. I am a container, brimming with emotion, for I am empty."
    --Bebedora, Arc the Lad

    "Intelligence is the key, and she is locked out." - Josh Sneed, in reference to his ex.

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