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Through The Doctor's Eyes by Spartan277-2, literature

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Through The Doctor's Eyes

So it was in those days, That a pox did befall Men, Its victims falling 'neath Death's gaze, Boil ridden faces locked in rictus grin. A new order was established, To prevent the Plague's spread, And to raze the lands which it'd ravished, After the healthy had fled. The skies were choked with grease and ash, As corpses stocked the pyres, Demolished cities reduced to trash, In the green-hued light of balefires. Ancient sorceries were executed, And desperation spread, The world's attempts to live refuted, While the Doctors continued to tally the dead. Quarantine and curfews failed, As city walls were breached, Those whom inside

Early Morning Blues by Spartan277-2, literature

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Early Morning Blues

A cup of cold coffee, Bitter, placid, and black, Awake at a quarter to three, Emotions all thrown out of whack. How honest am I truly, When I say that I am loyal, Yet if her name I see, My blood begins to boil? A flat and crumbled scone, Grainy, half-eaten, and stale, Hardened like unto a stone, Suitable to drive a nail. How pathetic am I really, When I say that I don't care, But the feelings held within me, I'm wishing she did share. A constantly droning clock, Ponderous, off-beat, and slow, Driving me to mock, Two tickets to the show. How I wish I would just stand up, When I know for sure I should, To leave behind this

Only The Good by Spartan277-2, literature

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Only The Good

How fleeting is life, This ever shifting sand, Lost amidst the sea of strife, Whilst still upon dry land. The Greeks it seems were wrong, In believing there were Comedies, When we hear the closing song, Our life becomes a Tragedy. How noble then are those that saw, The wicked scythe draw near, That almost freed from mortal law, Still held their morals dear. Certainty is sacrifice, Because no truth is absolute, None shall see the same day twice, You only get one chance to shoot. Maybe Peter had it right, Growing up's what leads to dying, Little Mikey said good night, But who can blame the man for trying? I wonder what's out

The Spider by Spartan277-2, literature

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The Spider

He's smiling again, the newsman, He says everything's gonna be alright, He's whispering again, the sandman, Coming to bring me dreams tonight. They're crying again, the children, They're saying the Boogeyman's near, They're hiding under blankets again, Shaking and whining in fear. She's walking again, my lover, She's drifting down empty streets, She smells of thyme and clover, Moving on pale white feet. We're laughing again, we mortals, We're dancing our sorrows and troubles away, We're making light of our endless woes, Partying until the light of day. You're blinking again, dear reader, You're now aware of your breathing, Y

Spring Pains by Spartan277-2, literature

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Spring Pains

Minutes drip by lazily, Like slowly melting ice, A thousand and a half daily, Yet never the same one twice. Sheets of rain fall down, Onto my dampened frame, As I wait in the center of town, For that without a name. Streams drift towards the drains, And the gods begin to bellow, Thundering of ancient pains, As the sky fades out to yellow. Wind shears through the branches, Of a dozen dying trees, And my face, it blanches, As I drop down to my knees. Clouds twist down to meet the earth, Spinning like a giant top, See it lifts that house with mirth, And then it leaves the home to drop. Lightning shoots into the tree, Electri

Little Miss Mischief by Spartan277-2, literature

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Little Miss Mischief

She was born in Dunsinane, On Friday the Thirteenth, She'd love to drive you quite insane, And then put you underneath. She's an apple in the hand, Of a fair-haired fickle goddess, She's the tiny grain of sand, In your eye to cause distress. Wherever the maiden walks, The ground fades off to yellow, And whenever she deigns to talk, Someone's bones dissolve to jello. She's never late for parties, And she always comes alone, She'll bring a broth that's hearty, But will give you kidney stones. She's accompanied by a pack of cats, Each one obsidian black, She'll find the keys under your mat, And come inside to snack. Some say

The Doll by Spartan277-2, literature

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The Doll

They told me once dear child, That on that fateful day, Peace was seen through the wild, And the fauna were at play. But for those of us that saw it, Oh we all know the truth, So by the fire please go sit, With all the other youth. It was many a long season ago, When I was not half as bent with age, On a peninsula untouched by snow, Where dwelt an ancient sage. For many years this gnarled being, Had walked among the trees, In the good times he would sing, With the doe, the rabbits, and the bees. But then the air grew humid, And the storm clouds overhead, Began to fill the human, With a most disturbing dread. And all throug

Touch of Darkness by Spartan277-2, literature

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Touch of Darkness

Who can stare into the abyss, Who could knock upon Poseidon's door, Who shall willingly enlist, Who will walk along the ocean floor? Perhaps when I was younger, I would have bragged to say, I was born to a certain mother, Upon a certain day. My first breath I took, Under the sign of Aquarius, As I cried the waters shook, Fate had been capricious. All through life I wandered, And though I dreamt of much, Upon my future I still pondered, When I felt that accursed touch. The Darkness is a cold thing, But it greets you with a gentle breath, All the gifts that it will bring, Lead you down a path towards death. When the Darkness

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Through The Doctor's Eyes by Spartan277-2, literature

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Spartan277-2

Jul 15, 2010

New Journal

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I was tired of looking at the old one.

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Spartan277-2

Feb 14, 2010

Incident

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I don't know, maybe it was the adrenaline; the rush from finally hearing what I had already known for weeks. Maybe it was the ability to speak plainly and hear something that was unfiltered and clear. For whatever reason, my heart was beating fast and there was a smile on my face, and in that single moment, when I fully expected a devastating wave of sadness or loss or loneliness, I actually looked around my darkened room and realized that wave would not come. That for the first time I was not being crushed by the loss of something I held dear. At first I wondered if I should shudder at the implications or just be glad I had matured some. In

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Spartan277-2

Sep 7, 2008

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https://www.brushes.obsidiandawn.com/index.htm Much thanks to this website and my good friend Risa, without whom I would not have been able to produce the banner and other items incorporating the blue and white alchemical array. XD