Visions of varying shades of green
Cloud my eyes with fatigue
Boots laced high, cap pulled low
March to the beat of that distant drum.
A brother, a son, a husband, a friend
This hero goes by many names
He will walk through hell and back
For country and family and love
One thousand plus miles separate
Half a barely beating heart labors through
Each second bringing me a little bit closer
Each hour seeming longer than the last
Without him is a world devoid
Of colours and textures and sounds
My heart, my hero, my everything
My wonderful man in uniform.
De doigts et levres et ames by ash4love, literature
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De doigts et levres et ames
Heart ripped out
Beating thump thump
In perfect rhythm with another
Far away young lovers torn
Turned away
But not forgotten.
Empty spaces lay
Between fingers and lips and souls
Waiting for a guiding force
"Hush my loves, soon,"
Winds whisper in the dark
But still feeling dissipated
Left alone with nothing
But tear-stained pillows
And promise of a bright tomorrow
As The Pendulum Swings 1.14 by ash4love, literature
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As The Pendulum Swings 1.14
It was shocking to discover that Doyle had begun to fall for me as I had for him. At least, it could be assumed by the kiss he placed tenderly on my lips as we sat together. I had faith that he would find a way to save Keera, but it pained me to keep that information from her and Blythe. I spent as many days with her as possible, though it hurt to forego a visit with Doyle.
"You know, you never talk about the stranger from the cemetery anymore. Doyle, right? Whatever happened with him?" She asked one day as I was helping her in the shop.
"I'm not sure what to say. He's been teaching me to read."
"Oh. Well, that's re
As the Pendulum Swings 1.12 by ash4love, literature
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As the Pendulum Swings 1.12
When I walked into town, the villagers were frantic with worry and fear. They conversed amongst themselves and I briefly heard mention of Verlust in the air. So Azalee was next on the list and it was most likely already decided who had been chosen for sacrifice.
Many years ago, the Azaleans decided the best method for choosing the sacrifice would be to draw names. The task was usually left to Ethyl and Manni. They are the oldest of the village and have long since been illegible for Verlust. The royals wish for the young to be brought and a person's name is usually added after they have had their first child.
I no
As the Pendulum Swings 1.10 by ash4love, literature
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As the Pendulum Swings 1.10
The days that passed where I didn't see Doyle were dull at best. I couldn't explain it, but he monopolized my thoughts the way no boy ever had before. I wasn't sure of the feeling; it was possible I was falling for him, though I knew nothing could ever come of it. Even if his feelings were reciprocated, I was a lowly peasant while he was most likely in line to inherit the family fortune. Not to mention that girl he was supposed to marry. My feelings towards her were just as foreign to me and the sickness left in the pit of my stomach was unbearable.
I was unable to meet him on that fourth day, but I asked Keera to write a note for him and a
As The Pendulum Swings 1.8 by ash4love, literature
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As The Pendulum Swings 1.8
I walk away from Doyle, holding the small fruit in my hand. It wasn't quite as large as a blood berry; pale yellow in color and covered with a thick, seemingly inedible skin. I cross the threshold of my home and head to my room, not bothering to look for my father or brother. I light the candle near my small bed, fold my legs beneath my skirt and make myself comfortable as I examine the fruit. I pierce the protective layer with my thumb nail and begin to pull the skin back. I can smell an unknown scent emanating from the fruit; it was unlike anything I had ever known in my young life. It was invigorating and almost familiar, yet strange. I p
As the Pendulum Swings 1.6 by ash4love, literature
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As the Pendulum Swings 1.6
When I returned to the cemetery the following morning to meet Doyle, he had yet to arrive. I sat beneath the tree and grasped for one of the low-laying blood berries. I enjoyed the fruit slowly, taking small bites and allowing the sugary juices to roll across my tongue. I continued to wait and by the time I could see the sun nearly straight above, I knew he wasn't coming. I knew it wouldn't take long for my appeal to wear off to him and I felt myself hurt more than I should as I slowly marched the path back to our farm.
I went about my usual chores the following day. Finn came to help in the field while my father and Tristan took care of t
Oft left broken
Beating face down
On the linoleum floor
The tears staining the carpet
The blood leaking from the veins
This heart is not my heart
Not mine to give
Ripped from the cavity
It so peacefully rested before
Before you cut me apart
Time they say
Give it time
And all ends will come together
I never thought it true
A fate without a me and you
Yet pumping blood
Nestled deep within a cage
A new organ grows
One that doesn't need you
One that will love again
As The Pendulum Swings 1.4 by ash4love, literature
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As The Pendulum Swings 1.4
I turn to walk away from this odd stranger in the cemetery. I was frightened that he had been waiting for me and even more so knowing he was an aristocrat. What could he possibly want from a peasant girl like me?
"Aurélie, wait," he said; his voice was gentle, contradicting the unease coursing through my body. I tensed, but refused to face him. The instinct to run was quickly becoming overpowering. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you."
"Said the predator to his prey," I mumbled, not really intending for him to hear me.
"Just give me a chance to explain," he almost begs.
I turn slowly to face him. "Alright,