'ello ! ughh...i've been on massive writers block...porque?!!!
hahaha... *sigh* oh well...
i've got some new stuff that i want to scan...:glee: but i dunno if my scanner will give in or decide to keep being EVIL. mwhahahaha...
Not Very Epic by ~crazys

Seasons of Violet. We called her Violet, and she was.Seasons of Violet. by ~clockwork-aristocrat
We knew her when she was young and pale, during Fall
And when we'd climb old trees, their brittle branches
Like welcoming arms
Would snap in two
And we'd cascade to the earthy ground
Carpeted with golden and red and orange
And as we fell,
Secretly, she'd wish with all the goodness in her heart
That she were a leaf as well
That like a leaf, she could be swept away to some distant place
In arms that would not break
In arms that belonged to people who truly loved her.
We called her Violet, and she was.
And with the changing of the seasons,
Winter had taken away her smile and replaced it with
--
What is the terror of Death?
That we die, our work incomplete.
What is the joy of life?
To die, knowing our task is done.
In each of us there burns a soul of a warrior
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i didn't think it'd hurt...
well i did but i didn't think you'd
bite me that hard lol