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Home is the Darkest Ocean"Home is the Darkest Ocean"Home is the Darkest Ocean by Hidden7Soul
by Taylor Colbert
"And as the sun falls down,
just below the horizon,
So does her heart and her head.
Sorrow crashes down like
the heavy rain of a thunderstorm,
every regret striking at her like
the dancing lightning bolts amidst the darkened sky.
And as the first rain drop falls
from her hazel eye,
so escapes a gust of wind
from the cavern that is her mouth.
Her bones ache like that of
a fallen pine tree,
broken and splintered and
no longer put together.
Her lungs burn with the fire
of not being good enough.
Dark thoughts swim around her mind
like a great white shark devouring prey.
Does no one know the pain
inflicted upon her every passing day,
the knowledge that she means nothing
to those whom mean the world to her?
And how she tries to swim to shore,
though she is nothing more than
weightless debris swept up in the current.
Oh but those times she feels like
a cast iron anchor, trapped at
the bottom of darkest ocean;
That's the feeling she's com
Chapter IV: The Power of the VoidChapter IV: The Power of the Void by Blueredor
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
After that so memorable morning, dressed in peasant clothes with a purple t-shirt and black short hair, Milly Osworth, is working on Osworth vineyard, located on the east side of Northshire to provide their famous wine from her family to the village. Raisins, grapes and wines, many peasants collects, irrigates and gathers the grapes in carts for move them to the town...now in the lunch break, Milly dried perspiration from his forehead by the hard morning's work.
"Well guys...ugh", Milly said while dry his forehead with his cloth, "let rest!".
"Yes ma'am!" The peasants responded once finished moving a cart with grapes near to the river.
All set off to the Osword farm located in the east hills, once Milly opened the door, all drawed strangeness faces. The entire cabin is dark, from the deep, a peasant is tied and blindfolded only illuminated by a candle. All came to help him, but every t
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