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Too real by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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Too real

Too real. Too real to sing a song or paint a picture. A face. A smile. Glasses glimmer in teh sunlight. Too close for music r for literature. A mermory. A drink. A joke or walk or smoke. No rhyme or phrase or melody Can dwell upon, can glorify this memory. How can a ballad sing this song? No photo, no eye glimpse, can be this. To be the stories told, the looks we shared. The heart thumping fear and ecstasy. Bliss? It scarcely grazes over how we fared.

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Winter's waltz by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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Winter's waltz

Last night it snowed Tenhundred thousand crystals fell like frozen angels' tears And no one saw. Snow steeped the valleys like the froth on the crest of a wave and a child's breath upon a mirror the glassy frosted lakes And life went on. As before. The white's dove's feathers coated homes like the Snow Queen's everreaching cloak. And slumbering flowers dreamt beneath its silken touch To wait for spring's unwelcome song. And we huddled closer to the fire. Breath, misting, frozen in the air And turned our backs on winter's waltz.

The gypsy life by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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The gypsy life

I am in love with the gypsy life With the road that never ends With the ship that sails with the morning tide And goes where the wild wind sends. I am in love with the roaming cloads That wisp and change their form Who wander through the cobalt sky From dusk, to eve, to dawn. I am in love with the rolling waves That travel the tumultuous sea In love wih the emerald verdant earth Which beats in time with me I am in love with the dusty path That only the traveller knows The long and winding road we take A vagrant with no home. For I would be a beggar My home beneath the sky I'd live in people's hearts and minds, Like the win

God's Child 2 by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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God's Child 2

As the canal drew closer the renegade nun could make out the shape of her lover, cloaked himself and standing vigilante on the canal side. No smile flickered on her lips now, this game was deadly serious. For this, the sentence could be no lighter than execution. Suddenly all the doubts of the last few months, intensified by the last few hours tumbled into her mind, frantically striving to keep calm she shoved them out, but her distress must have been palpable, for Francesco reached out, his gloved hands just missing as Maria stumbled, falling to her knees… …he caught her. Sweet, sweet Maria, so unknown to the world, you will be s

God's child by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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God's child

Maria Marisa de Strozzi thumbed the ivory beads of her rosary, murmuring silently. Her lips moved in a steady prayer of forgiveness, whispering words that would remain forever unheard. She knelt on the cold stone floor of her cloister, facing the pale marble that enclosed her. Bride of Christ. Forced into a marriage with a husband she would never see, she thought, alone in her cell, cold, imprisoned. Though she begged for forgiveness, she would never receive it, just as she would never bestow it on her parents who had exiled her here. To spend an eternity trapped between polished walls and upon death to decay beneath her prison. Nev

The way I feel... by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

Snowstorm 4 by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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Snowstorm 4

“Any ideas or are we just going to stand here till Doomsday?” Of course it was Mandy who broke the silence. I mean, of everyone bar me, she was the strongest leader and the most practical. Martin was a fool and Forrest…well, Forrest had lost it a bit. He was the eldest and not really as enthusiastic the rest of it. I suppose I could see why. He’d settled down a few years after he’d left college and finished all his studies. Young wife, pretty, and one son, Dan, and another kid on the way. He’d come on the trip because I’d asked him and for old times’ sake but he was a little lost when it came to the c

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Crimson Blood by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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Crimson Blood

Crimson Blood Blood. Crimson. Stains the sky, The veil of death slips over the eye Of many. And the horrendous battle cry Is left unanswered by The rattling of the steely guns, The dark clouds blocking out the sun. And the solitary soldiers on the battlefield Are left as corpses, carrion. That evil war, that harridan, That now her evil gaze begun To start the slaughter of the innocent Would spread the rancid scar of death That all these lands so strong and proud, Will see and then declare out loud and with A flourish, bend their knee to her And acquiesce to her allure. And as blood. Crimson. Stains the sky. We are those but

Your gift is my sorrow by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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Wolf of Winterfell by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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Wolf of Winterfell

And out of the woods I saw the shade And cried, I cried "A wolf, a wolf, of Winterfell" This heartless maid Hath seen the glade With crimson blood, too well, too well, The silver hair Of a princeling cub Who'll bear the Crown of the North He stood a proud and noble face Who has born the weight of a King The face of proud and noble grace The bards now oft shall sing He never saw the silver bird Whose poison pierce did sting And now the blue blood seeps the ground That tragic sight unseen, he sighed, Yet for eyes of mine The crown he'll wear Is a crown of tears And a crown well shall he bear That wolf, that wolf of Winterf

Looking over your shoulder by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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Looking over your shoulder

I saw you sing your saddest song, Your painful lullaby. I saw you try to right your wrongs, Then hide away and cry. I watched you when your world seemed dim, The tunnel far too long. The light you needed burned too weak. And I alone stood strong. I've always held you in my arms, A thousand miles away, To keep you safe and keep you calm, Your dreams in disarray. So let my footsteps echo yours, My wings will hide the pain. My hands will guide you on your path, Let your feet find the way. So let me be your guardian, Until the day you die. I've watched you close throughout these years, I'll sing your lullaby.

The Gunslinger is here by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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The Gunslinger is here

A black and lonely silhouette Crowned by the rising morn He stands alone and resolute Emblazoned by the dawn The wind, it whisltles softly It only stirs the dead Ne'er a word has been spoken For there's nothing to be said His hands are hanging loosely Dropping at his side His big, black guns are ready Someone is doomed to die He stands alone unaided Sun and wind against his back His blue eyes sharp and piercing It's not courage that he lacks The widowmaker's in his hand His opponent slow to move The dead man topples to the ground He's got nothing left to lose This man they say's immortal It's said he'll never die But th

I'll be silent by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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I'll be silent

Silence But for the ticking of the clock And the thrumming of the rock music that plays across the hall Silence But for the buzzing of a wasp That struggles in the loft For freedom Silence But for the whispers of his breaths That echo less and less As he's sleeping Silence But for the padding of her feet In a steady rhythmic beat As she paces I'm sitting all alone Waiting for the ringing of the phone To break this silence I've been waiting every morning Since they promised they would call in But there's silence And its driving me insane Can't they see that I'm in pain From only silence Every minute's like an hour My

Like I said by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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Like I said

Like I said I'll be there I know you think that I dont care But I do Like I said I feel your pain I know you dont want to remain But you should Like I said I've heard you cry I know you want to say goodbye But please dont Like I said I'll be your friend You know you can always depend On me Like I said I want you here You're never cheap, you're always real To me Dont go now You haunt me Your hurt and neverending gaze Will take me And break me Your footseps walking to the door Your teardrops falling to the floor Dont leave me I know that you are hurt inside Your heart is deadbut you're alive Sou you cry I call

Brave Warriors by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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Brave Warriors

Brave Warriors, each and every one Who lie here now the battle's done And though they fought harder than we Another dawn they'll never see. The sun has set upon their souls Their ship has sailed to farther shores We've lived on ot fight another day, So we fight on and you must stay. Brave warriors, who rest upon this earth, And though they've gone we know their worth They gave all they could give and more And so we live, less than before They sacrificed their lives for us They did what they knew someone must They died that they might set us free From all this pain and tyranny And so it chills my heart to say That we must go

I know I'm damned by Empress-of-the-Dead, literature

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I know I'm damned

The water drips onto my hand It sizzles and I know Im damned I knew since I began to see The angels and their 'chivalry' I saw them with their frosty wings And with their greatest joys they bring A sorrow that cannot be seen But by those who cannot scream They stole my voice, they knew I saw Their wickedness, and had before I cannot tell you what I know I only watch them come and go I am their silent scribe, their slave I'll take their secrets to the grave They took my freedom with my song I'm damned although I did no wrong They are not angels for they have sinned These smoky saints, these devils winged I cannot speak out, s

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Current Residence: England
Personal Quote: Leave! And never darken my towels again!

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Ocean's 11, POTC, Blood Diamond, LOTR, Gladiator...

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Empress-of-the-Dead

Aug 27, 2008

Goodbye...

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I realized today I havent been on DA in about three months so I reconsidered ad felt that it was time I left. Im still going to watch everyone so that in a while i may come back and see what everyone has been up to because I'd hate to let that go. But I have had so little time that i couldnt even check up on my account- never mind write or post. So many thanks to all my watchers and good luck with all your art and literature- all the best for your prospective careers.... :)

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Empress-of-the-Dead

Apr 4, 2008

Devious Journal Entry

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Repetitive tags and total lack of time have led me to this. Two tags in one journal. (I was going to do three but got very lazy and realized i had to pack my bag before i go tomorrow). So have fun. Rules: 1. Post these rules. 2. Each tagged person should post 8 aleatory facts of themselves. 3. Tagged people should write a JournalBlog about these facts. 4. In the end, tag and name 8 more people. 5. Go to their dA pages and comment saying that they are tagged and hugged. 1) I travel a lot. Right now im in France and I'm about to fly to Germany. I get very sad when I stay in the same place for a long time. I need to be active. 2) I would

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Empress-of-the-Dead

Feb 6, 2008

It was about time...

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seeing as I hadnt updated since october. Firstly Ive gone religious. Praise the Lord. Exams and shit are over. MOving on.....stuff happens. We've had exams and results (some good some less good- i almost failed drama and got a c in chemistry. but who didnt get a c in chemistry?). We've had Christmas and a play, skiing adn my brother is now a qualified skiing instructor and damn am i jealous. I've gone to Paris to sing in Notre Dame and I have to write a play in a week. That makes me want to cry cause I have to work with someone who is about as useful as a dying doormouse with a mop up its ass. anyway. I've been procrastinating this for age