

A Gateway OpenThe gateway, A door, Opened not in haste but in invitation, Swings wide at the adventurer, Will he enter? Will he stay but for a moment to peruse the scrolls? Hangs in the gallery a plethora of paint in binary, Codes and sigils, Ideas, Once intangible, Abstract, Became alive with color and were written in art, Then translated in the arcane, Coded, Encrypted, Not to keep out the wary, But to invite curiosity, To nurture adventure, Will he stay but for a moment to peruse the scrolls?A Gateway Open


Disturbed CirclesDisturbed CirclesDisturbed Circles
The arrogance disturbs my circles,
circles that make up my circus,
hoops that make my world,
rings that encircle my power,
power that I don't possess,
lives in those circles,
power of ego,
power of mind,
power of wishes never granted,
power of dreams,
all my own,
and they all want the circles,
I can hear them clamoring outside my chamber,
I know well what lies beyond my circles,
I made the circles my sanctuary,
arrogance


Fire In The TreeSamael,Fire In The Tree
Take your poison breeze and infect my boughs no longer,
Your brand of pretension is an annoyance,
It has cost you your roots,
Do not seek mine to replace them,
Trouble my boughs no longer with your poison,
Depart and find your silence.
Hide behind the dogma not even you believe,
Settle on a trollop or two that suit you best,
Be diverted if it suits you,
Pursue the docile daughters of Chava,
The orchids that take refuge in my boughs,
Will never be susceptible to your deceptions, &nb
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Madness like a Harbinger sings,
At the Citadel of darkened knowledge;
If you can sing along you enter,
If you miss a note you're sane,
And forever mourn the bliss
And torture of the unhinged, perceptive soul.
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Absinthyium-stock TheBlueLotus
I sincerely hope that you've been causeing trouble and avoiding all blame. I've been plotting away in my twisted little head, and perhaps soon I'll have some interesting ideas to share with you. It's indeed looking as if I'm going to be able to actually write a few of the stories I've had in mind, though that's no guarentee. We'll just say that I'm tying things together nicely.
Best wishes always
Melora
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Madness like a Harbinger sings,
At the Citadel of darkened knowledge;
If you can sing along you enter,
If you miss a note you're sane,
And forever mourn the bliss
And torture of the unhinged, perceptive soul.
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PING-PONG IST KRIEG!!!
RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWRRRRR!!
~Rock-Republik
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follow the black rabbit
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