Written By Helle
Feb. 18, 2019, 10:55 p.m.(8/7/1010 AR)
I sculpted the Lover today. How the sea adores him, rushes up to cradled him with her gentle waves. I am envious of it. Would that something would take care of me so. We spoke of many things. He thinks I'm crazy. I think I'm crazy. Still, I pursue the dreams. Those ships. That man. The blade. The artist, the fire and the forest. I pursue them all.
Written By Helle
Feb. 3, 2019, 11:19 p.m.(7/5/1010 AR)
i met a flame burning bright
in the shadow of the night
coiling tongue of horrid fire
no cooling rain to admire
just a pit of black despair
scorching all my branches bare
in the shadow of the night
coiling tongue of horrid fire
no cooling rain to admire
just a pit of black despair
scorching all my branches bare
Written By Helle
Jan. 28, 2019, 12:14 p.m.(6/20/1010 AR)
I saw Elysia last night. I saw the Abyss. And of the two, I don't know which to fear more. Probably best to fear them both the same.
Written By Helle
Jan. 22, 2019, 1:16 a.m.(6/7/1010 AR)
Melancholy and the Beast
On a night as dismal as any other, he shook her to her hidden core. Her very real core. Her blood was metallic. It wasn't slow and sluggish within her. Pain is always real, but now it fades. It was only a Dream.
Beast. No man are you.
On a night as dismal as any other, he shook her to her hidden core. Her very real core. Her blood was metallic. It wasn't slow and sluggish within her. Pain is always real, but now it fades. It was only a Dream.
Beast. No man are you.
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