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Reminescent RemnantsSomewhere in his hangman's heart
he knows what he's done wrong
through the shadows in his mind
traipses the final song:

What has been lost forever
lies broken in the night,
and what gun smoke-seeking pleasure
has given him no sight,

from the flare of his sparking mind
bursts the images of flame
the dirty streets of London
and New York give him no name.

He's the frail shadow on the wind
and the monster 'neath the bed
He'll damage every goodness
and he'll fuck with your head.

Call him no grim reaper,
his finesse goes beyond that
he doesn't moan or glide,
he's not some loathsome brat--

What he is remains distinctly
enigmatic
I Present My Heart to YouDon't know which shard to pick out first.
Which rosy petal plucked askew from
Ivory flesh; its buds carved with finesse
from a mirrored fist, roundabout in
its decorum, designated for the black tunnel
of mindless rage; over which is thrown
the scarlet shroud of alpha dominance.

Chewed from the inside out; breaking
his fangs on the fingers that won't hold
anything ever, the empty mesh of nothing
the hollow flesh through which life flows--
has to remind himself upon occasion that
these marks are there for a reason; and
the wind turbine heart still whirs with
the endless need of the bellows
which double as his leather lungs.

Be
Temporary TriumphIt's a beautiful Indian Summer Night,
rearranged to the hapless s-i-n of lettered love
children run barefoot in their adult forms
splashing wet concrete
and asphalt underfoot,
their bodies soaked and clothes a-clinging,
their arms outstretched in welcome
to the heavens
which tilt overhead with the reeling aspects of love,
belting out the hymns of heavy lifting,
dropping patient rain across the land
parched with thirst not fully understood,
across the open mouth of the agape bay,
driving onward through the harbors,
wresting wind from the shivery urban trees,
drawing music in the form of giggles
over the whistling winds,
the
He's a Magic Man.To say that he's a well-dressed man would usually be a lie. A white lie. Alright. A gray lie.
He walks around with his head held high nonetheless--how can he not? It contradicts the lines of his body, from the broad shoulders to the slim waist and long legs. It brings out the light in his face and that ever-ready smile--getting ahead of himself with utter enthusiasm, as always.
Back to his clothes. An emperor defined by the way he dresses down; while royalty is in his stride, it is denounced by the open shirt of blue or white plaid patterns, riding across the front of a white wife beater or thinner t-shirt. Always open at the throat, or
often.often does intimidation come
from the tired blinking
and yawning cataclysm
of heavenly stars
growing tired and weary
of the road beneath them
to walk in the heavens is fine
but baby, you'll get the bends
if you don't recall what
gravity is
in time for the structured fall
a casual descent into chaos
riding down the cloud coaster
careening headfirst into the earth
bam!
shooting star shot herself out first
and we can all be grateful
for the silver dust left behind
dance in her ashes
and celebrate the snowfall
of a secular
alien lifestyle
broken by the dreamy constellations
and cotton candy cloud confections.
They Call Him SpitfireHere's a boy who has all the answers. One can see it in the depths of caramel eyes, still burning at the edges with cloying sugar just behind long eyelashes. Long enough to be feminine, but offset by the thick brows that furrow in rage more than reason. The first thing anyone notices about him are those eyes--a burnt sienna at a glance that dissolves into deep crimson, breaking only for a pigment of gold encompassing the iris like a protective ring of fire. That's what this boy is.
This boy is fire, and he is trouble.
Coincidentally, the fire doesn't end at his eyes. It travels all the way down around the sharp razor's edge of a nose, th

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:iconyourpleasantdarkness:
"And Kay looked at her. She was very beautiful; a more clever, or a more lovely countenance he could not fancy to himself; and she no longer appeared of ice as before, when she sat outside the window, and beckoned to him; in his eyes she was perfect, he did not fear her at all, and told her that he could calculate in his head and with fractions, even; that he knew the number of square miles there were in the different countries, and how many inhabitants they contained; and she smiled while he spoke."
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"The Snow Queen" by Hans Christian Anderson.

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Seelie Interpretation:

"There was a young Felaysian who was very spoiled and cruel to his best friend. One day, the Queen of the Fair Court, Vivienne, was out walking. She came upon the little boy; who wept over the glass in his eye. Kissing him better, the Queen asked what had happened, but the boy, seizing the opportunity to gain power over her, spoke her whole name, which he had heard his best friend whisper. Powerless by all his demands, Vivienne was forced to obey his every whim until the boy's avarice caused him death.
That is the true story of the supposed Snow Queen.
Next we have the tale of Snow White and Rose Red..."

- Myerex C. Costrana, "The Truth Behind the Tale".


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"When the sea falls from the shore,
As the light sinks low, will I see you any more?
As the rain falls from the sky,
Can I bring you back, from a distant lullaby?

Show me your vision, the story begun,
Two lights are rising and burning as one...

In the deep blue of the night,
Shine the millions of stars and my spirit burning bright...
Spinning on, into the sun, flying higher,
Now my journey's begun...

And the cold, cold wind, it blows me away..
The feeling all over is a black, black day...
But I know that I'll see you again,
And I know that you're near me.

There's a star, calling my name,
It's echo is true and the song is not the same...
Take my hand and lead me away,
Bring me back to you in your arms I'm going to stay...

Tell me your vision, the story begun,
Two lights are rising and burning as one...

All those years drifting in space,
I have known you well, yet I've never seen your face...
You turn around, looking at me, laughter in your eyes,
And now I can see!

And the cold, cold wind, it blows me away...
The feeling all over is a black, black day!
But I know that I'll see you again...
And I know that you're near me..."

- "Across the Universe of Time" - Hayley Westenra.

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:]; lol done for the :iconfantasy-fellowship: contest. -throws hands in the air-
man I want to be writing. Am sleepy. @ w @;
Dedications: *Ghost-of-Ink, ~ForeverCreated, ~DidThePieGoHome, and *Rynnay.
enjoy.

-A.C.

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Stock Credits:

Snow Queen: `lockstock
Little boy: ~auroradreams
Hare: ~shnarfle-stock
Chipmunk: ~D-is-for-Duck
Background: ~vivstock
Textures: ~ro-stock

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~Diabolik-sixsixsix Mar 8, 2009
Hellow ! :iconthankyouplz1:

This amazing art piece was featured in my new article:

:iconhappydayplz: FANTASY TRIBUTES :iconhappydayplz:

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~maxride88 Jan 3, 2009
omg The Snow Queen!!! I haven't read that story in AGES!!!
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~yourpleasantdarkness Jan 3, 2009
= w = I like it alright, myself. Personally I prefer a lot of Anderson's other works.

-A.C.
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~maxride88 Jan 3, 2009
thats actualy the only Hans Christian Anderson book that we own
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*Momotte2stocks Dec 20, 2008  Hobbyist Artist
So lovely ! :glomp:
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~Morgry Dec 8, 2008
Before reading the text I knew that this picture refers to the Ice Queen. :)
(or it could be the witch of Narnia :D)
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~yourpleasantdarkness Dec 11, 2008
:lol: That's awesome! I'm glad you realized who it was.
(:lol: nahhh not the Witch. She was cruel.)

-A.C.
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~Morgry Dec 11, 2008
But the Ice Queen wasn't very nice too. ;)
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~ForeverCreated Nov 23, 2008
At first glance I was reminded of Jadis, mostly by her face. But your Seelie interpretation shows her to be much softer/gentler than the Snow Queen or the White Witch
Vivienne appears very beautiful and graceful in contrast to the boy
Good luck for the contest!
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~yourpleasantdarkness Nov 26, 2008
* w * omg me too! Jadis was such a creeper, though. |\ Anyways, I'm glad you found this to be more beautiful and less, well...cruel. That's exactly what I was going for. The contrast and all. Vivienne is another character in my stories who is very near and dear to me. I hope to have more up about her soon. |] thank you for a lovely comment, and for the luck!

-A.C.
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