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the flames,they were consuming through bone and flash and blood the chimniees they were coloring the sky with death and black my brother he was shivering in between my arms I lied when I promised that he would find no harm his lips in frozen blue murmured ancient pray oh god in heaven save our souls lead us in your way And I just hug him strong and tight my lips refuse to crack If there's a god in this damn place, than give me mamy back our parents they aren't here they are long gone too I to...

What would you say when you’ll see me that day, my staff in my hand, my bag on my back. I’m leaving you now at this cold-cold cruel time, at this era of darkness, of disaster to come. You don’t want me among you, It comes to me now Yet I will see you doomed with tears in my eyes. I was living among for years in disgrace my gaze never lowered, they always looked straight. Now you’re puling your hatchets from deep in the ground You’re sore throats are roaring with...

I know that you won’t leave right now. Not while the winter is creeping behind. You need me to walk you through the falling leaves of red and brown. You’ll burry your milk-white hands in my warm-soft-large paws. The rain that knocks our windows of light won’t crash them. Not while the winter is creeping behind We’ll walk the empty streets, just to hear the water dripping from the soles of our brown shoes. Our bodies shielded under heavy coats will deifier against th...

Time is the best healer She allowed herself to burst into tears only when she left his tent. She had to be strong--for his sake, to smile all the time even though she knew he couldn’t see her. He would die, she was sure of that, as she was sure that the sun would rise tomorrow, and yet she’d sat beside him for hours. From the minute she got back from the woods until the night became dark and silent and she’d had to go back to her tent to sleep. When she finally got to her te...

A feature of the soul. ---------------------------- “He’s vomiting on the bar … it’s so disgusting–man!” The sour smell of the puke filled his nostrils … hell it almost suffocated him to death, his face was buried in the puke. He got up coughing, spitting bits all over. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to regain his breath “Here, please—please let me pay.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets looking for some...