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The Serpentine Curse

The Serpentine Curse

In the serpentine spiral of the pit of the empty jade waters
The spirit is dredged below in his grasp
One word from the eternal obsidian bird
One touch to the depths of being

A curse of love, so deep but yet only the pain
can set free from this curse
To despise what is loved beyond words

Living within the crystal cold shell of humanity the
extension of, no where in reality
A fantasy perhaps, the voice screaming stay strong
don't falter, control the rains and winds

Your imagined from my own dream, and a dream you
will remain forever more
Reaching to the guiding spirits to unblock the portal
to my destiny
In a wolf's chant,I will follow the pathway to all that is sacred, and
all that will free me from the empty jade waters.

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APOLLO AND DAPHNE (Eight By Four)

~Apollo And Daphne~
(Eight By Four)

Apollo's first love
a beautiful
maiden that when
Apollo saw her
in the woods fell
in love with-but
Daphne fled from
him just frightened

Apollo was in
such hot pursuit
that when she felt
his breath she screamed
at her father
the god Peneus
who just changed her
into a tree.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011

July,28,2011

"Eight by Eight" is a poetry
style created by Alvin Otto Stewart.

TWO PICTURES (Mini Glosa)


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~Two Pictures~
(Mini Glosa)

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Two pictures on an ancient wall
In the grand Florentine Hall

Anonymous

Two pictures on an ancient wall.
One shows a fair girl who looks like a doll.
This picture is very old and kind of tall,
The other one in comparison it's not that small.
Multitudes attend now this art show,have a ball.
Two pictures on an ancient wall.

In the grand Florentine hall.
It attracts and fascinates the eyes of all.
The other painting showing the young man is fine.
He shows magnificently in his ancestral castle scene.
Both paintings hang now side by side
In the grand Florentine hall.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011

November,21,2011

The Four Knights

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The Four Knights
Long time ago, there was a legend about four mighty warriors that had stopped the end of the world with the power of the water, earth, wind and fire, then were a time of peace and prosperity but as everything it had to come to an end. So it’s time again to four brave young adventurers to rise together and save the world once and for all.
So let’s start. There was a wise monkey that could tell the future and the feelings of his fellow peers. This monkey see in their dream a clock, that clock represent the future of their solemn society and the future of the world, and that’s why he go to the Elders of the 4 communities to tell them what have he, the monkey, dream about. The Elders heard him and they became concerned about his wise words so they called their most faithful knights so they could stop this catastrophe; they send the horse, the most honest and strong of them, the fox, the most clever and tricky, the dog, the most faithful and leader of them, and the raccoon, the elusive but very good at tactics.
So there they go, to their adventure, traveling from air, water, ice, mountains, plains and desserts to find the 4 basic elements, water, earth, wind and fire, and one unknown to all but powerful enough to stop all this madness but at the same time, it could bring the destruction faster.
During their adventure, the dog become concerned that maybe one of his team mates is going to betray them, but he wasn’t sure about that, so he was always checking on them. When they got the 4 elements, they were thinking in a way of getting the last one of the elements that acted as a “key” to join together the other 4. Then instantly the raccoon raise his hand, so he could be noticed, and told them “Maybe I should go, this is the most dangerous place from all, and I don’t want you to be injured”. Hearing this, the dog began to suspect more of his partner, so he says, “I don’t think so, I will be going with you”, and so, they go together.
The dog, always in their way watching the raccoon, didn’t know that someone was following them, but the raccoon did knew it and then started to walk in the same speed as the dog and told him, “I think that someone is following us” and the dog responded, “I think that you are lying, like all this time, I think that you must be the traitor of the group, because you are the most elusive of all and you are almost perfect at making tactics, and with this, you could betray us and get in your hands the elements and the key to destroy the communities.” The raccoon, couldn’t believe it, he was shocked by the arguments that his leader told him, but then an arrow hit him on the back and one arrow landed on the shoulder of his leader. When the dog opened his eyes and he was faced with the fox, which was smirking from ear to ear and say “thank you for not doubting on me, now I can continue with the plan” and then he killed the dog and the raccoon. After this, the fox took the key from the place, kill the horse that had all the elements and take them from him. After that, he continued with his plan to control the world, but it got wrong in managing the elements, and all life in the earth was gone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This fable was made with my partner José Ramón (kang930) for our English class ;)

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Our Fantasies

Once upon a time…..
So all the stories say,
There lived a prince,
Or maybe a princess,
And a hero who saved the day.

We read the stories,
And tell the tales,
Of giants and dragons,
And treasure to behold,
Of witch’s spells and pirate ship sails.

They take us away,
From this world in which we live,
From work and school,
And drudgery days,
So, our fantasies please forgive.

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The Kiss of Death

Prologue:
There once lived a man and woman who loved each other so much that not even the rising sun could split these two apart....

"The Kiss of Death"
8/4/2008 – Last known save

The sun is beginning to rise as Vincent stands outside of an old forgotten church in the middle of a cemetery. His long black hair flowing in the wind, as his black trench coat contrasts with his pale skin, Blood red beady eyes staring hard at the oak wood doors, slowly raising his hand to open the those doors, his long red fingernails scraping against the rotted out wood. Pausing for a moment deep in thought, he walks in slowly. Walking past the rows and rows of pews to a huge cross surprisingly still attached to the alter.
Slowly he kneels down to make a short prayer to a god long dead in his mind. Reaching out with both hands he pushes the alter aside with ease to reveal a small secret compartment, laying inside is an old dirty pillow. Climbing in as he turned and laid on his back he slowly reached for the alter to move it back in place pausing for a moment to catch the first glimpse of the sun. Something he hasn’t seen in a vary long time, something he missed so vary much..
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours as time flew by Vincent was at rest. As the sun was setting the alter once again moved. Vincent slowly made his way out. His senses were strong but the lack of nutrition was making him weak. Feeling the hunger set in as though it was a constant nagging voice. Slowly he made his way to the doors. Once outside he noticed a small group gathered by an open grave. Smiling to himself as the stench of death filled the air. Slowly taking a seat on a tombstone he watched the mourners.
Looking down for moment to reflect on a thought he noticed a small shinny object in the ground. bending over he picks it up, "A ring" Vincent says to himself as he slowly exams it closer, he realizes how much similar it is to the one his beloved wore.

His beloved a beautiful goddess from the heavens, he remembers all the joyful times they had together only to remember the most painful memory, a memory that still haunts him till this day. One night Vincent and his wife Lilith were walking down the street holding hands and laughing like they always did. Until out of the shadows came a man, a man Vincent will never forget. The man went to rob Vincent as he held the gun, Vincent did not want anything bad to happen went along with it giving him everything, as Lilith was handing over her purse the man shot her, and Vincent watched in disbelief as Lilith fell to the ground dead as the man ran off.
The loss of his beloved has caused Vincent to live forever alone. Snapping out of that thought by the sounds of children playing. He slowly twirled the ring around his little finger as he tried to rid his mind of that horrible day.
looking at the ring once again he noticed some writings carved on the inside of the band. As he read the writings his mouth slowly dropped open as it read "Lilith and Vincent forever". Stunned and surprised by this he slowly stands to his feet looking around. By now its dark and the group had disbanded, Slowly turning around to head for the front gate he hears a slight whispering sound as he slows his pace he begins to make out the whisper as its calling his name.
The whispers lead him far from the church, probably the only part of the cemetery with trees. As he approaches the trees he notices a woman sitting on the ground leaning up against a tombstone. Vincent stops dead in his tracks as he notices that it is her, Lilith. He speaks but stutterers almost unsure of his own eyes "Li...Lilith is that you?" She stands moving towards Vincent as if she were just the wind, holding his head with her hands ever so gently.
Both of them standing speechless. Slowly Vincent moves the hair from her eyes, staring into those beautiful eyes. Her every touch sending goosebumps down his spine, Tears flooding out over his cheeks. Everything he ever wanted everything he ever wished for was right here in front of him. his love standing there as if it were a dream.
Slowly he builds up the courage to ask his love. "How is this possible you, you were dead for ever 30 years now"
She hushed him by moving her index finger over his lips, as he gently kissed her finger she spoke. "I will answer that and anything else later but for now just be here with me". Without hesitation he did just that, both standing there holding each other not saying a word for what seemed like hours, Slowly she steps back looking into Vincent's red eyes that are now watery from his tears of joy. Slowly she leans forward kissing him long and deep. Vincent enjoying every second of it, missing it that much more

Then out of no where he feels a sharp pain in his chest. breaking free from her kiss he looks down seeing blood over his black shirt. Falling to his knees in pain and confusion, just realizing what was happening. The pain becoming almost unbearable. Placing his hand on his chest to feel the end of wooden stake. Knowing his senses were clouded by his over whelming emotions for his love. It was not the corpse in the casket that filled the air with death but his love. Lilith wreaked of it as the smell was getting stronger.. Knowing he only has but seconds to live he looks up at her. His eyes showing fear and pain all balled into one. Of all the things he thought he would have never expected this. His one and only love betraying him stabbing him in the back so to say. all the years of painful memories could not compare to this. Everything he believed in was being taken away from him at this moment..
What could he have done to deserve this? His life now being ended by one kiss. Falling down to the ground looking up at Lilith only one word escaped his lips "Why?" Lilith looking down at Vincent her eye's cold as ice staring into his, her voice as gentle as snow "I was offered a chance to live again but in order to, I had to kill you and now that, that's done I'm immortal".
Vincent closed his eyes in disgust he knew it was over, never again shall he see the moon or yearn to see the sun once more, betrayed by the one he loved over immortality. Lilith turned and disappeared off into the night leaving Vincent to his despair. Grabbing the ring tight in his hand, Vincent's only comfort now was death, there is no peace in his mind and no more second chance for salvation. Slowly he whispers the words "I loved you more then anything, why? why? My life was yours to have, my heart was yours to hold, my love was all I hand". Hoping the winds would carry the message to her, the pain too much now as Vincent slowly dies. Laying there all alone once again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was my very first Fantasy short story written. The spelling on it was horrible, but hopefully I did a better job at cleaning it up some....

Little men

(1) UP THERE-
Little men are kidding,
Teasing the sun
Praising the one, that took them to the top
To the light, making bright, their lives in the sun
They shine

They don’t see the land
Its far beyond their sight
Its somewhere back
Where they don’t want to go
Where they don’t want to see

But home is down there in the plains
They have to go back anyways.
Eyes watery, they descend,
Leaving the comfort and cold of the heights

Their eyes search the home in the fog
Innocent little stars in the fog
Lost in the clouds, raining eyes
Drown the dreams and hopes they had

(2) DOWN THERE

Little men with their little hats
Sell the grains and go back
The home is a shabby and a hungry place
But there is a bed to rest on
And a wife to trust all on

Wrinkled eyes strained by the day
Tired they go to bed.
Mind not doing so,
Dreaming still like a tiny child
There it sees a peak,
Fog clearing around it.
Remembering the riches, cold and comfort…
The dreams keep them alive,
To help them struggle a miserable life.

***

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Naughty and nice, Fairys

Enchanted forests, mystical lands, soft green feilds of grass,
Giggles, and soft laughter,
Sun light, and clear skys,

A place where, the nice fairys can run and frolic all day.
A place where mushrooms are used as chairs, and old oak trees are bedrooms.
A place where they make their own music, and sing their songs.

A place where, they have long hair of blonde, brown, and orange.
With flower crowns upon their heads, and around their arms.
Long colorfull wings, on their backs, and dresses brush the ground.

Their eyes, so bright, and watchfull.
Their lips, so pink, and full of smiles.
Their bodys, tanned, and pretty.

A place where they dance around, and sing real load,
not careing about anything.
A place where, they hold hands, and share, each other.
A place where, fun is all around, and peace exists.

A place where girls, get kissed by little boys on the cheek.
A place where the boy, asks the girl to dance.
A place where the girl holds his hand, for hours.
Wishing it would last till, tomarrow, or forever.
A place where, the boy, turns to a man, and aks for her hand.
A place where he wipes her off her feet, and gets married.
A place where he gives her everything, and they live in the moment forever.

IS every little girls fantasy.
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Dark forests, spooky lands, and dirt paths.
Sneers and laughs,
pitch black skys, and moon light.

A place where Naughty fairys, can go crazy and flirt, the night away.
A place where, tree tops are drink spots, and willows are sex stops.
A place where, they scream, and band their heads.

A place where, they have long chunky layers, bangs, pixie cuts, and mohalks,
in blood red, black, blue, green, and some, inbetween.
A place where, pierceings are everywhere you can think of.
A place where, black clothes,fish nets, and capes, are worn,
till they get in the way, then they drop, like rain on a stormy day.
A place where, their bodys are bare, expt for their black lace wings.

Their Eyes, dark and mysterous.
Their lips, dangerous and taunting.
Their bodys, thin, and sexy.

They drink alot, and go crazy.
They flirt and tease, and get lucky.
They dance naked, and they like it.

They make out with anyone in site,
not careing about sexuality.

They are walkin hand in hand,
kissing as they go, down the dirt road.
They are grabing and touching,
and doing naughty things, under that williow tree.

They claim their tearitory, with their teeth,
and leave their marks, behind.
They rarely marry, cause they switch partners around.
They dont have just one.

IS every Womens Fantasy.
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Locus

Between the folds of what's seen as time
and the passing climb of souls divine,
there dwells a form with newborn's eye
that bends the space it occupies.

He comes upon a shell he likens
that's made of flesh and nerves to tend,
and as his body sprouts a thousand arms,
his nascent mind grows fond of them.

But stubborn as he came to be,
his reach was short and blatantly
useless for a thing as he,
that shapes the sky so easily.

Locus was his name to we,
who heard a sound that rang above
as Locus rubbed his palms along
the rim of our perception's gates.

The sound we heard so insectile;
filled our heads with blots of green,
and left us feeling cold and shaken
by the state of mind Locus had taken.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I can't think of anywhere to take this.

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