Ophelia's MarchShe stands tallOphelia's March by ~takemetoverona
Alone
Amongst the ashes
Of her all
A child in a misshapen form.
Spectres of memory
Melancholy
Joy
Adoration
Anguish
Cloud her countenance
Her eyes, bright and keen.
Scanning the horizon
She traces the unchartered peaks with her tongue
Delighting in the worn roughness
Of cracked enamel
And the taste of metal.
She is far
From her bloody body
Scarlet marring translucent white.
She takes a small, teetering
Step
Finding her new feet
Feeling the comforting crunch
Of Bone and sand and dust
She advances
Never
Looking
Back
Over
The
Edge
Of
The
World
Rain SongA thundering fanfareRain Song by ~takemetoverona
Ripples across
The shattered sky
And the hot air scatters.
At long last
You have come.
You cast out
The wild passions and frenzies
Of heat
Leaving behind
Quiet
And a still mind.
With your icy command
You drive away
Demons
Asking no questions
Demanding no rewards
All seeing and all knowing.
Pounding through arteries
You fill my lungs
Leaping synapses
Seeping into every bone.
Washing me away
Until nothing remains.
Monument to a Ruined ManI see you now.Monument to a Ruined Man by ~takemetoverona
The magnificent velvet and silk flags of your name
Now fester and rot in tatters.
The ornate gold and jewels, now dull and blackened with age,
Hang limply from the brittle, yellowing scaffolds
Of your admiring subjects, their mouths gaping open in one last,
Mocking cackle,
All loyalty long since disappeared.
And here you stand
Alone in the silence of your own undoing-
No longer a ruler, or even a man, but a shell-
The hands whose wizened palms I once worshipped
Have crumbled slowly into nothing.
Those lips, whose stately curve I once adored,
Now worn and cracked from centuries of smiling.
But your smiles were n
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Dark WishesDark Wishes by ~Golden-Leaves
If you look deep inside this heart
You'll see the trace of sin
My dear, no one is quite without
If they won't look within
But now you're here, discard your fear
And taking up the knife
Please end this sorry, wasted mess
Of what's known as my Life
My Life was not a simple one
For simple men must be
A living paragon of health
And hoarded purity
But now that we've discussed my fate
I'd love it if you'd try
To put aside your worldly cares
And teach me how to die
If you look past what humans are
Retract, for soon you'll see
How thick we are with jealous filth
And lost to piety
But now you've seen, my purest one
Again take up
The Bard and one of my favourite things to do is to go to the Globe Theatre when I have the chance.
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Peaceful 
Sta.sh
and the 
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