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Palantalid

  • The City of Storms

    [pre]The secret spaces, in clouds with faces, Carry seas from oceans far. They hold on to their water, and wait for the slaughter, As they thunder for the Evening Star. ...

    2 min read
  • The Martyr's Cry

    [pre] We are those who cannot be ruled, Ours are the hearts that cannot be cooled. Where the fire burns and sunlight churns, There our hearts shall lie for all, ...

    2 min read
  • Journey of the Mind

    A bit bland i must say, myself, but all the more reason to critic me like hell. When did it embark, this crippled mind, Upon this voyage fantastic, That it ...

    2 min read
  • The Death of Pride

    i tried to make this an epic but things went awry- the same faults- the metre, the forced rhymes, O well, hope you like the story. if there are any ...

    6 min read
  • My Soul Says

    Well this is the no rhymes poem I've been threatening to post. I liked the topic but I think the sentence structures need your help, dear reader. ------- My soul ...

    2 min read
  • One Last Dance

    Keep smiling, I tell you, my friend, Keep smiling, I tell you, my love. Your smile will wear out the sun eventually, It will bleach the world to purity again, ...

    3 min read
  • God Glances Down Sometimes

    God Glances Down Sometimes In the heart of night, is a glimmer of light, A mirror for the vainest star, Before the fall, is a clarion call, That causes our ...

    3 min read
  • Diamond Banner

    Here I turn to fantasy, For I have no want for reality, Keep them well, These dreams of hell, And heaven and what comes after, These are merely lies, And ...

    2 min read
  • On Winter's Aging (with rewrite)

    On Winter’s Aging Oh! Winter slows the watered sea, And aged snow white brings to thee, Crystal white strands of my hair, My wrinkled smile does smooth my care, Like ...

    2 min read


What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye