In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden.
Jessica SorensenTags: poetic
In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.
Jessica SorensenTags: poetic
I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?
Jessica SorensenTags: poetic
Four wings, two hearts, but only one soul. They connect in the middle, but are separated by a thin line of ash. Its what brings them together, yet rips their feathers apart. They can never truly be together as light and dark. Unless one makes the ultimate sacrifice. Blows out their candle, and joins the other in the dark. Or if the other dares to fly across the line and steals the others light And force them to cross over the line and join the darkness of life. Im not gone, princess. I will come back for you until you give in.
Jessica SorensenTags: poetic
He felt the need for something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed filled with spiced amorous gales every evening about this time.
Virginia WoolfTags: poetic
Bracy sighed, "So this wasn't the heart...it was the head."
"Bracy don't try to be poetic; it doesn't suit you.
Tags: humor poetic head talon heart-of-arcrea bracy
I know who I was, I can tell you who I may have been, but I am, now, only in this line of words I write.
Ursula K. Le GuinTags: poetic philosophical abstract
When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.
George R.R. MartinTags: poetic
One thing all the stories agreed on: King Robert was dead. The bells in the seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor had tolled for a day and a night, the thunder of their grief rolling across the city in a bronze tide. They only rang the bells like that for the death of a king, a tanner's boy told Arya.
George R.R. MartinTags: poetic
The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord," Mirri said. "Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.
George R.R. MartinTags: poetic philosophical
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