Burning,
Waiting,
Alive.
She twisted her head,
Eyes bright,
Dull,
And lonely.
Orphaned Grace.
Tattoed Hope.
Neverending, cycling Dawn.
Wishes pulsing,
I am here,
Falling sunset.
She fades and fades,
Across the divide.
Stranded in the sacrifice,
We are the dregs,
and we will never die.














Comments
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Werewolves.
Are.
Cool.
I am one.
*RAWR* :iconwerewolfplz:
"Orphaned Grace.
Tattoed Hope.
Neverending, cycling Dawn.
Wishes pulsing,
I am here,
Falling sunset.
She fades and fades,
Across the divide."
Favorite lines right there. The whole piece is lush and gritty and full of unnameable but gorgeous colors. I love this poem.
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Kay!Phantom is to Leroux!Phantom as Elphaba is to the Wicked Witch: expanded and amazified.
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"Wanted, one ghost, experience and good character required. Ability to sing tenor would be considered an advantage."
Gentlemen, your advertisement has been answered.
I shall take up the post immediately...
-O.G.
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