VitalityWand'ring through the forest dark,Vitality by ~Peribyss
Where shall I be to lead and breathe
My new vitality?
The lonely sky, so high
Above the forest bark?
Or prowling low
Beneath the dark undergrowth?
Winding the sinews of my heart,
What drink of love or burning blood
Shall fuel my new mortality?
What fire scorch my life force
Bubbling in my sprawling veins?
The night's dark insight, or
The golden sun's mane, so bold and bright?
My soul inflates my chest;
What vessel is best to begin my quest
For true immortality?
Will the great tyger's fearsome fire
Bestow me fearful symmetry?
Or will the albatross, with
Wings of frailty, carry me across?
But if I'm the one who sits and asks
And I'm to make the mold and cast,
What does that make me?
The Black HorseThe Black HorseThe Black Horse by ~Peribyss
The sparks along the spine,
The ripples along the skin,
In this you're kin to all you find
In travelling to the sunlight,
Drowning 'neath the Western line.
The black inside Its eyes,
The black across the sky,
Apollo's flight is out of sight
And we've all said our last goodbyes
To the morning sunlight.
The fearful howl-melody,
The booming thunder bass,
The conductor's face is far too foul
For mortal hearts so oft in place;
Life demands the heart to race.
To feel its stinging leer,
And all the ringing bells to hear,
Hope is out of sight, but never close your eyes;
To carry the Eastern light
Demands the steed of Fear.
Time ChargesTime ChargesTime Charges by ~Peribyss
In gentle frame of time atop
My shining guarded tower,
The waves are still and soft
In every frozen hour.
The sun remains so still on high
With lovely crystals suspended,
For clouds themselves refused to cry
While such a joy is apprehended.
I stand atop my obelisk,
Behold the dream that I live 'round.
Encased in cordial ice adrift
The times gone past and not yet found.
I stare into the thin divide,
By which the sea and sky confide
The secrets of peace's demise.
The edge of my desired foresight,
Like orange trim of warming firelight,
Conceals the shadows of a fortnight.
That edge, the horror of my eye,
A dreaded precipice, off I dare not fly.
But so it comes, for every time is nigh.
That edge, door to shadows foul,
Erupts a primal, vengeful growl
While dreaded winds begin to howl.
At once there was a searing flash, that split the sky in twain,
So heralds doom with heavy rain, and with a thund'rous crash.
A violent ruthless saber-tide, a rushing water buzz saw.
InterimTree after tree in a haze of greenInterim by ~Peribyss
Still pass me by, almost unseen.
Always been so far it seems
From where I've been
And where I'd like to be.
Concrete thins and headlights dim
To meager glimpse as I come in.
Somehow missed the interim
Just like all else since.
All this time I've moved inside
Saw nothing on the outside
Still content all the while.
Fear my hopes will pass my flash
Behind me as I crash.
Wii Would Like to PlayLittle Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.Wii Would Like to Play by ~In-The-Machine
"Fat," she said. "I'm fat?"
"I'm a machine. Machines don't lie."
"But I'm ten."
"Ten and fat."
"But how can you tell? There's gotta be some mistake."
"Okay, kid, listen up. I've got your goddamn height and BMI right here. Right here inside me.
And according to my records, you suck at boxing, you suck at running, your physical age is that of a 48-year-old male and you suck at Brawl."
"Hey, you're being mean!"
"I'm not mean. I'm a machine. Can't take playing with me? If you don't like it then take yourself somewhere else and maybe go and play with the other babies outside in the sandbox. In the sun. With other actual humans. Like a sissy. Go ahead. You're obviously not man enough to play with this."
The Nintendo Wii puffed out his chest as little Susan B. ran away crying to the sandbox.
A short distance away, PS3 and 360 frowned disapprovingly. PS3 sighed.
"Man, I don't know what
God Is DeadGod Is Dead by ~deviantkupo
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan