Burning Away

Holy. Glorious. Gentle. Patient. Kind. Faithful. You command me to praise, and in deepest confusion, I must. What this faith at the heart of my soul must cost. How much flame must I bear to refine it? Oh Lord. I am nothing. All is gone, and I am only a cry, that you are chipping …

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Metaphor/Simile Game #1

So, a certain other blogger (*cough*hbhatnagar*cough*) has convinced me of the merit of short posts for a little fun. Since I also realized I rarely use metaphor or simile in my descriptions, I've decided to run with that and get some practice. The way this works is simple. I write a straightforward description. You figure …

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Longing (A poem of Arturo Kusanagi)

The wind whispers sorrow. The Master weeps. My knife slips, unable to find the feast. How long, broken world? How long, wounded stars? How long will man strike man, and despise his sister’s hope? The weak cry out alone. Who shall hear? -Arturo Kusanagi, 2400 (Go to the PRELUDE for Firedrake Redeemed) (Go to the INDEX …

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