lies the ever elusive yet inevitable realm of Elysium. Attainable before the passing, yet only via the reflections of our inner thoughts. For only within can we find true redemption or true death. In the twilight hours before our time, we would thus pen and construct, a psychomantium of regret and forlorn hope, the leavings of many a consciousness.
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deviantart
death note parody
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layout design, coding, photo-editing,
by ice angel
Grey, overcast sky
Chilly winds howling vehemently
Silhouette of a single maple tree looming
Stretching out for the non-existent sun
Now, laden with dark, withering leaves
Rustling with each blow
The struggle to hold on proved futile.
The burden was way too heavy.
Brown pieces falling in unison…
Spiraling downwards to the grave
Where all would rot into the ground
And the cycle repeats…
I stretched out my hand…
A privileged piece descended onto my palm…
I caressed through the creases
And placed it close to my heart
A silent vow on my part
Whenever you fall
I will be there to support you
Amidst all conditions
Good or bad.
~A Guest~
beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think
