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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Construct Cup V 2.0 #819021 added June 7, 2014 at 11:18pm
Restrictions: None
Passages
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Prompt for: June 7, 2014
Subject or Theme: Death (any aspect)
Word(s) to Include: Eloquent, stagnant
Forbidden Word(s): cry, dead, death, die, funeral, kill, mourn, murder(or any derivatives of these words)
Additional Parameters: Absolutely no rhyming! Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title.
Passages
There is a certain eloquence
to the sounds of autumn falling:
migratory calls from flights of geese
or crunch of tree-shed underfoot.
Dregs of stagnant, sultry summer air
swept away by barren branches.
The year yawns down,
curled under the comforter of snow-sleep,
quiet descends. Rocks shrouded, entombed
in white, unmarked graves. Grey boughs,
scratching against the winter sky,
mark in silent tribute
the passing of one to the next.
For a brief moment, time
pauses in the Janus door.
Fyn
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