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Our speech it falls into a pattern
And meaning it falls by the wayside.
And I hear the rhythm of your words, dear,
But not what you actually mean.
And you've asked for a second opinion,
But I'm not sure that I have an answer.
Your patterns of old you've forsaken,
Your new ones scarce solid you make.
And you've asked me to give you my blessing
As you wander off in new directions.
But I just don't know what to say, dear,
And that is the end of the road.
And meaning it falls by the wayside.
And I hear the rhythm of your words, dear,
But not what you actually mean.
And you've asked for a second opinion,
But I'm not sure that I have an answer.
Your patterns of old you've forsaken,
Your new ones scarce solid you make.
And you've asked me to give you my blessing
As you wander off in new directions.
But I just don't know what to say, dear,
And that is the end of the road.
Literature
The Spider and the Demon- Epilogue
After an unknown time being cradled in the darkness, Phyllis saw a light. A blinding light that quickly overcame the darkness and startled her eyes. Phyllis slammed her eyes shut in an attempt to go back to the darkness that comforted her.
Suddenly, she heard Sigismund whisper in her ear softly, "It's okay, you're safe now."
She rapidly opened her eyes and bolted upwards only to find herself in the comfort of her bed back in the village. Feeling the side of her face and head for the gashes, she found that they were gone. Breathing wasn't painful; however, thinking was dizzying. Phyllis covered hear eyes to block out the sensory
Literature
The Witching Hours
Night climbs slowly up the spires
Tow’ring above still, silent streets.
At last have come the witching hours
When ghosts and goblins dare to meet!
The gargoyles and the ghouls all prance
In gutters where the children trod
At day before a yawning trance
Did send them to the Land of Nod
The witches trade potions for spells
To keep the creeping spiders out,
Much like farmers from green dells
Ask merchants, “How much for a dozen trout?”
The poltergeists ascend the towers
And sing like choirboys all the way,
Then fly to the bells and ring out the hours
Before night will be lost to day.
But alas, the dark must end sometime,
Th
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Time - e =
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What I have is
Feelings for you
But for the first
Time, putting to
Paper feels wrong.
There’s a need to do
Something else.
Something more . . .
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Written by Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
© 2016 Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
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Our speech it falls into a pattern
And meaning it falls by the wayside.
And I hear the rhythm of your words, dear,
But not what you actually mean.
And you've asked for a second opinion,
But I'm not sure that I have an answer.
Your patterns of old you've forsaken,
Your new ones scarce solid you make.
And you've asked me to give you my blessing
As you wander off in new directions.
But I just don't know what to say, dear,
And that is the end of the road.
And meaning it falls by the wayside.
And I hear the rhythm of your words, dear,
But not what you actually mean.
And you've asked for a second opinion,
But I'm not sure that I have an answer.
Your patterns of old you've forsaken,
Your new ones scarce solid you make.
And you've asked me to give you my blessing
As you wander off in new directions.
But I just don't know what to say, dear,
And that is the end of the road.
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