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ArrowAn arrow was shot into my chest, A silver arrow in my breast It was removed, it is no more Only a splinter was left behind A silver splinter left in my flesh ...Thrice cursed the archer... Hurts when I move, hurts when I sleep (Come on, just be a man) If only someone found a cure (We do not care if you are not one) For I wonder how I still can move A friend lifted me from the dry ground Just when I was about to drown ...Thrice cursed the archer... Silver splinters run through my veins (Stop dwelling on this already) I try to smile each time they reArrow
by ~korowiow-agrest
Thousand Drowned OpheliasBehold the purple river, ladies and gentlemen, please! Where thousand drowned Ophelias night by night come to sing, Their voices sweet and quiet, their skin as white as pearls, Their eyes like faded suns, like rotting straw their curls!Thousand Drowned Ophelias
Ladies and gentlemen, come and see them, As they stagger in their silent dance!
Then if you please follow me, ladies and gentlemen dear, The gallery of duchesses, as if they were alive each! They still smile from golden frames upon the bone-white walls, Their laughter from the barrel organ still echoes in the hall!
Ladies and gent
by ~korowiow-agrest
Off to Slay the DragonI put my teacher’s armour on, I’m off to slay the dragon. I took his breast plate, size too big – I’m off to slay the dragon.Off to Slay the Dragon
At every turn of crooked path I stop and look behind, At every turn of crooked path Gather my strength and run
I took my deadly wooden sword I’m off to slay the dragon. Do not ask me if I believe To win – to slay the dragon.
At every turn of crooked path I stop and look behind, At every turn of crooked path Gather my strength and run
They say, fool’s hope is all
by ~korowiow-agrest
You Do Not Want to Read ThisHe comes and takes her in his arms She gently dresses his wounds Not asking whether he had got themYou Do Not Want to Read This
In a glorious and fierce battle, or if He accidentally had cut himself While cutting the bread He caresses her silky hair He does not bother to inquire Who used to braid them before he came For maybe she had wore them loose
She will not wonder whether the meat He brings home every evening Is something he hunted with his own hands Or something he bought at the butcher’s It might be her own beautiful voice Or she may be using a playback Bu
by ~korowiow-agrest
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