Written By Narcissa
Dec. 7, 2021, 12:59 a.m.(9/13/1016 AR)
Words that flourish to die on the vine,
Promises of prose to clot and choke.
Decrepit now that archaic shrine,
Felled in the arc of one zealot stroke.
Promises of prose to clot and choke.
Decrepit now that archaic shrine,
Felled in the arc of one zealot stroke.
Written By Narcissa
Nov. 14, 2021, 12:31 a.m.(7/23/1016 AR)
Bones rattle and clasp in their accolade,
Digits of death in immortality decayed.
Shadows are one's own gravely barricade,
Keep clapping, I digress, the world's your cavalcade.
You appear when mirror's reply fits you best,
Audience a question, where lies the true jest?
Digits of death in immortality decayed.
Shadows are one's own gravely barricade,
Keep clapping, I digress, the world's your cavalcade.
You appear when mirror's reply fits you best,
Audience a question, where lies the true jest?
Written By Narcissa
Oct. 17, 2021, 1:03 a.m.(5/23/1016 AR)
Raven's caw severs anchoring stone,
Eyes weep sanguine rivulet.
Gray flesh turns ivory to atone,
Her verse seals it in tourniquet.
Eyes weep sanguine rivulet.
Gray flesh turns ivory to atone,
Her verse seals it in tourniquet.
Written By Narcissa
Aug. 12, 2021, 11:44 p.m.(1/5/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
They will never be the wiser, once the path is secured. Naturally.
Written By Narcissa
Dec. 18, 2020, 1:17 a.m.(8/3/1014 AR)
Sanguine placement of lunar display,
Frolicking finery blind to mirror's design.
Heart's folly becomes our logic's inveigh,
Chicanery, pure and smiling - Tehom's divine.
Thirteen keys for the sought single door,
Words waiting to soft minds sweetly bait.
Silver tongue embracing verse's lore,
Fools tying their noose with inept prate.
With bait to await, reflection doth call,
The Black Judgement summons you, fear and gall.
Pride's knell, heraldic note of mirror's sight,
A Darkest Rose to broker and bind plight.
Frolicking finery blind to mirror's design.
Heart's folly becomes our logic's inveigh,
Chicanery, pure and smiling - Tehom's divine.
Thirteen keys for the sought single door,
Words waiting to soft minds sweetly bait.
Silver tongue embracing verse's lore,
Fools tying their noose with inept prate.
With bait to await, reflection doth call,
The Black Judgement summons you, fear and gall.
Pride's knell, heraldic note of mirror's sight,
A Darkest Rose to broker and bind plight.
Written By Narcissa
Sept. 29, 2020, 3:18 p.m.(2/12/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
Lady Medeia chose the one word of 'hope.'
Twined with fingers, nimble and deft,
The lone artist weaves radiant hope.
Critics will mock, blind with vision bereft,
Her art the slander's gallows rope.
Twined with fingers, nimble and deft,
The lone artist weaves radiant hope.
Critics will mock, blind with vision bereft,
Her art the slander's gallows rope.
Written By Narcissa
Sept. 20, 2020, 10:28 p.m.(1/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
A garden of splendor, she as its tender,
Thrives in all seasons, spiting wind and frost.
Adversity her affinity, made to render,
Their whims her shields, never a petal lost.
Thrives in all seasons, spiting wind and frost.
Adversity her affinity, made to render,
Their whims her shields, never a petal lost.
Written By Narcissa
Sept. 20, 2020, 9:45 p.m.(1/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Vanora
The word she chose as subject was 'desperation'. Recited off the cuff, at the Fidante Winter Feast at the Duchess Grimhall's wish.
"In the dire straights of desperation,
The lone voice calls out thin and strained,
A siren's love? Naught but desecration,
Forever played, but ever feigned?"
"In the dire straights of desperation,
The lone voice calls out thin and strained,
A siren's love? Naught but desecration,
Forever played, but ever feigned?"
Written By Narcissa
Sept. 20, 2020, 9:36 p.m.(1/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Thorns to earn through wit or to thieve,
The corvid plucks, the mistress naught but smiles.
A sliver of silver he now must grieve,
The raven lording over vast gold piles.
The corvid plucks, the mistress naught but smiles.
A sliver of silver he now must grieve,
The raven lording over vast gold piles.
Written By Narcissa
July 19, 2020, 3:47 p.m.(9/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
I was informed that Lord Porter wrote something concerning myself and pushing him into deep, fathomless pits in the Whites.
Rest assured, I have never and nor do I ever intend to, push others into bottomless holes.
If they wander and talk themselves into a metaphorical grave devoid of wit, that is another thing entirely.
Lord Porter does not appear to be a potential victim of either one of these things.
Rest assured, I have never and nor do I ever intend to, push others into bottomless holes.
If they wander and talk themselves into a metaphorical grave devoid of wit, that is another thing entirely.
Lord Porter does not appear to be a potential victim of either one of these things.
Written By Narcissa
July 19, 2020, 3:31 p.m.(9/8/1013 AR)
Bawdy gowns and gilded masks,
Twirl and bask in societal alchemy.
Drown in wine, forget the tasks,
Charity cheaper than the revelry.
Twirl and bask in societal alchemy.
Drown in wine, forget the tasks,
Charity cheaper than the revelry.
Written By Narcissa
March 25, 2020, 2:38 p.m.(12/28/1012 AR)
The hen ascends the coop to squawk and perch,
Clucking away, earnest her fault to defend.
But such petty noise drowns amid other smirch,
The barnyard brimmed of hens that all offend.
Try as she may to outshine with her vain cluck,
For lack of poetics, none give a fuck.
Clucking away, earnest her fault to defend.
But such petty noise drowns amid other smirch,
The barnyard brimmed of hens that all offend.
Try as she may to outshine with her vain cluck,
For lack of poetics, none give a fuck.
Written By Narcissa
March 6, 2020, 9:37 p.m.(11/18/1012 AR)
Hither tither, scurry and scamper,
Tripping, teetering, toddling.
Sins choking, ego seeking to pamper,
Death's knell in pride's mottling.
Tripping, teetering, toddling.
Sins choking, ego seeking to pamper,
Death's knell in pride's mottling.
Written By Narcissa
Jan. 21, 2020, 11:49 p.m.(8.323700396825398/12.127222222222223/1012.6103083664021 AR)
To those that will come and what has ever been,
Every breath an eternity, each infinity a whim.
A Wheel's progression, lucidity rots, worn thin,
Time's blinding blight unfettered in artist's limn.
Every breath an eternity, each infinity a whim.
A Wheel's progression, lucidity rots, worn thin,
Time's blinding blight unfettered in artist's limn.
Written By Narcissa
Jan. 8, 2020, 9:18 a.m.(7/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliette
It is a not a habit of mine, and rather a lack of interest entirely, to keep tabs on the Whites.
The recents have come to my attention only because some soul made mention a girl was named after my sister, my sister having only been five years of age at the time?
I am sure the story is grand, and I can assure you with all certainty she was quite accomplished at having learned to pick her nose at the time.
The recents have come to my attention only because some soul made mention a girl was named after my sister, my sister having only been five years of age at the time?
I am sure the story is grand, and I can assure you with all certainty she was quite accomplished at having learned to pick her nose at the time.
Written By Narcissa
Oct. 22, 2019, 11:44 a.m.(1/22/1012 AR)
Would be sages opine, lambs to the slaughter,
On fences they perch, between grasses both green,
When fortunes are weighed, to teeter and totter,
Leaning and falling forth, their plumage to preen.
On fences they perch, between grasses both green,
When fortunes are weighed, to teeter and totter,
Leaning and falling forth, their plumage to preen.
Written By Narcissa
Oct. 15, 2019, 10:53 a.m.(1/8/1012 AR)
At the apogee of Mirror’s eclipse,
Gaudy finery dances splendid on dolls,
In solitude such vanity doth conscript,
The Mirror’s telling smile that mauls.
Gaudy finery dances splendid on dolls,
In solitude such vanity doth conscript,
The Mirror’s telling smile that mauls.
Written By Narcissa
Oct. 2, 2019, 10:46 a.m.(12/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Yvon
Credit and accolades to the man who marched me into Archlector Vayne?s private office upon his first meeting of me. At the very least I am now a Mirrormask, very much due to his efforts and tenacity.
Written By Narcissa
Sept. 1, 2019, 11:38 a.m.(10/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Dante
To my dear brother, my standards have been lax,
To warrant criticism where the poem's form does lapse.
My heart forgives where-else my pen would be unkind,
Such is the truth, that love makes us all so blind.
To warrant criticism where the poem's form does lapse.
My heart forgives where-else my pen would be unkind,
Such is the truth, that love makes us all so blind.
Written By Narcissa
Aug. 22, 2019, 7:36 p.m.(9/12/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Rysen
The lilt of phrase, his wisp of glee,
In turn has the taciturn tact of form.
To not humor verse trite and free,
To rhyme and not lapse the norm.
A jewel, a poem free from the ramble,
Structure, syntax, a coherent canticle.
To shun the masses, embrace the gamble,
Your swan song, a journal as epochal.
The horn has heralded, the hunt to sound,
A poem to which my mind may lend care,
Vine of verse, to which fatuity is not bound,
A lack of asininity both reassuring and rare.
So thorns and roses turn the aureate eye,
What shall this Knight of bards supply?
In turn has the taciturn tact of form.
To not humor verse trite and free,
To rhyme and not lapse the norm.
A jewel, a poem free from the ramble,
Structure, syntax, a coherent canticle.
To shun the masses, embrace the gamble,
Your swan song, a journal as epochal.
The horn has heralded, the hunt to sound,
A poem to which my mind may lend care,
Vine of verse, to which fatuity is not bound,
A lack of asininity both reassuring and rare.
So thorns and roses turn the aureate eye,
What shall this Knight of bards supply?
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