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ImladrisIn Imladris, in Rivendell
Are secrets more than I can tell
There ancient lore of long-lost lands
Still lingers on in elven hands
In Rivendell, in Imladris
Are love and laughter, joy and bliss
East of Sea few places remain
That grant such sure surcease from pain
In Imladris, in Rivendell
They shall not yet say their farewell
For even when all else may fade
Some light shall live, untouched by shade.
Mazarun Character QuizCharacter Quiz:
1. Pick which OC you are going to answer this in
2. Answer all the questions truthfully. Make it interesting!
Name: Mazarun Zothyrr
Birthdate: I was born in the eighth dark-cycle of what those in the Lands Above call Uktar. Their second-last month. I'm, eh... eighty-five.
Birth Place: Menzoberranzan.
Current Location: Somewhere I'm not supposed to be. Of course, that's hardly new for me...
Eye Color: Red.
Hair Color: Pure white.
Height: Around 5'5". By the standards of my home, that's tall.
Weight: I... actually don't remember. Around the same weight I was yesterday, last week and last month? I've neither lost any limbs nor gorged myself into enormity, so... unchanged, and generally unmeasured.
Tattoos: None. If I successfully kill a dragon or something, I might get one to represent that, as a sign of the accomplishment...
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Yours, probably. I'll give them back when I'm done
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
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