

Toward the Stern The lion blinked,Toward the Stern by ~Zaknafein1618
And my vision blurred.
There were three freckles in its left eye -
But I got away this time.
I got away this time.
I got away. . . this time.
I hang this emerald from my neck,
So I might fall from grace,
Like Lucifer.
The empty space between my eyes
Makes it hard to think;
Uriel, I need a prayer.


Limes We lacked money,Limes by ~Zaknafein1618
Liquidating time, instead.
Dry humor, hazel eyes,
All our budding thoughts neglected.
How they were like cicadas in trees,
Teeming and teasing,
Silenced in the dawning moon,
Each to pick a star for itself.
The cicadas began to sing.
Their song echoed into a low roar!
Oh, oh, oh -
Arresting time, the sand refrained.
Oh, oh oh -
The cicadas died in the silver fire of starlight!