Tag: Inspiration
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Ethereal

Through the shadows, she creeps Looking downward, deep in thought Flame from candles masks the tears she weeps Her soul lost, her meaning sought She breathes an echo She sees no light She hears no sound In the dead of night She stops upon the witching hour And fades, back into shadow’s power
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Shelter

They thought they’d made the right choice in sheltering in the arched doorway of St. Lestill’s church. But as the spire rotated into a clock tower, the stained-glass windows folded in on themselves, and huge gothic turrets grew out of each corner of the cold stone structure, they realised the error they’d made. The rain…
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Magical Village

Follow the bridge To the end of the road Look ever so closely See the dragon’s nose Just passed the house By the magical village You may see it clearer When you see where its eye is… Image by Dorothe at Pixabay; posted for Eugenia’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt, Magical Village.
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The Veil

The fog descended quickly. Before the residents of the village knew it, they were surrounded by a thick pea soup, and they couldn’t see their hands in front of their faces. Through the murky green, echoing footsteps could be heard. Mocking laughter. Scrapes and clangs. Screams. Beneath one of the barely visible streetlights, the owner…
