What Is Life and What Is Love? by VampireSenshi513, literature
Literature
What Is Life and What Is Love?
What is Life and what is Love?
it's watching the clock
even though you have nowhere to go
it's putting on a coat
even though it's eighty degrees outside
it's running and jumping in the rain
giving nothing else your attention.
it's never giving a care in the world
it's loving and loving and losing,
then loving like you've never lost at all
but all the love never makes up for the loss.
and she's always there in the end.
it's standing in the rain and kissing softly,
figuring out that she's the one
it's buying a ring and a fancy dinner,
taking her out,
setting the candles,
buying the wine.
it's the getting down on one knee,
it'
*We've been going over the Civil War in History class, and i got inspired by a documentary/feature film depiction of a historic battle, but I can't remember which one*
Whistle Dixie
Once upon a dusty smokey ruin,
upon the dirt and grass the bodies lay
the dead and dieing of the blue and the gray
Line upon line of dying,
a shoeless horror,
I can't help but weep,
the parishes of war and the spoils of victory stink of rotten and dead flesh.
A smokey whispy hell awaits the men of old Virginia...
A woman entered my chamber slowly, deliberately; she walked with grace and purpose. Her steps as swift and delicate as a cool summer breeze.
She strode toward me slowly. Her dress dragging slightly on the marble floor behind her. Her dress was flowing and white, there were many types of embroidery around the waist, neck, arms, and back of the dress. Each part of the dress a white, hand sewn satin masterpiece. Assembled together as a whole, it was one of the most precious and coveted dresses in the kingdom.
The women who wore the dress was a simple beauty. Her skin was a cool white color, just barely kissed by the rays of the sun. Her body w
The House Up On Top The Hill by VampireSenshi513, literature
Literature
The House Up On Top The Hill
“The House up on top the hill is none a thing to trifle with dear boy.” The eager old miser imparted with a dark smile; a smile full of wisdom, but not just that. – Something lay beyond the wisdom and the age, something more sinister. Something as old as time; hinted in the grizzled wrinkles of the miser’s face, but what?
Fear…
“Well I was just curious as all.” I manage to saw after a moment of silence. He simply nods.
“Just be careful boy, we all know what curiosity did to that cat. Lord knows what it will do to you.” He coughed and took his morning paper from my hand.
I contin
Once upon a midnight road,
It did happen along,
A drunken man astrode,
Singing a merry song.
To a single melody he does walk,
Frivolously un-aware,
Noticing not the raven flock,
Or the sudden chill in the air.
It is humorous indeed,
Said the man in hooded cloak,
When he dies it is guaranteed,
His soul I will revoke.
But not of my own record,
Tis not of my jurisdiction
He must depart on his own accord,
Not of my own infliction.
But surely he will drop soon,
I can see bandits ahead,
Under a copper moon,
On danger he does tread.
Once upon a midnight road,
It did happen along,
One man would reap what he sowed,
And bandits would end a merry s