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The wind was treacherous and groaning as it blew through the deserted Pit of Saron. Bits of ice and snow swirled around the basin as a lone huntress stood on the cliff of a canyon. Even from a distance, her stance was set, her body seeming unmoving even as the wind tore at her cloak and her hair, causing them to billow in the wind. Those reddish blonde tresses were loose and picked up, teasing gently around her shoulders and cheeks. The cloak of pure ebony, bordered in a pristine white pattern, fluttered to her right like a banner in the hellish breeze. Her face, much more fitted for a smile, was seriously set, brows drawn down in a frown tha

While No One Was Watching While no one was watching... I sowed a seed of hope for us. I planted it firmly and prayed it would take root. I just never expected to water it with my tears Or kill it with my fears. While no one was watching... I tore down the walls around my heart. I demolished them into bits of rock and dust. I just never expected to need them back Or realize the strength I lack. While no one was watching... I cried myself to sleep. I let all my tears just flow. I just never expected to feel so damn weak Or know its your love that I seek. While no one was watching... I died a little inside. I felt that piece of

I know we've been alone a while And truth and love are out of style. Face it we're not cool From the other school Of light and happiness... Remember? Light and Happiness... Now the glamorous sunrise Are only for the lame or wise Another random fact of life Filled with worry or strife But if I could take it back... Oh... But if I could take it back I'd hide among the lillies And the roses with their thorns And the old way of life I'd weep for and I'd mourn I can't bring it back again No... but maybe ... We could bring it back again.

It was I who found thee At the bottom of the sea. Hell hath no fury, I know Than a trout scorned With golden crest on wave The mighty catfish gave Hook, line and sinker He went with the pull. It was then I ran to land With catfish still in hand But alas my luck ran out No fryer found for me. Meandering to rural joy I found the swine so coy It was then that I was lost Hopelessly, not found. An Angus cow did moo The bay horse will sue. The unkind delight Done to his soft ear. The cow’s poo patty stench Threw, in my plans, a wrench To run thus, wild and free Amongst the chickens…you see Alas I found no peace wit