“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”
She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.
Heel over heel in spinning in time.
Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.
“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”
The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.
Crisp September air.
The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.
Hilt of Золото adorned in ruby and diamond.
Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.
“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”
By night she finds herself clad in black satin.
By night her feet and wrist sore.
By night the dance continues long and strong.
Swords still cutting through the air, gleaming under pulsing moon.
And still her feet dance gracefully.
In Mid-September firelight between smoke and ash and ash and spark.
The pungent smell of burning leaf.
And unique to her a light blend cinnamon spices.
The Mid-September blade queen.
“She turns in time oh turns in time, the Mistress of the Blade.”
The midnight час dawns upon the Mistress of the Blade.
Mid-September midnight.
And dance along ‘round the fire, does the mystic crowd—drunk on life and warm alcoholic cider.
And from the trees above, branches shed themselves.
An array of leaves twirling down making a spectacle of themselves
But they can outshine the blade queen.
They just become a part of her scene.
For amidst it all skips in time the Mistress of the Blade.
Dancing to the beat of a fiddle and a flute.
All around the огонь the rotate set on welcoming the season.
“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade. The bringer of the Autumn wind.”
She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.
Heel over heel in spinning in time.
Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.
“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”
The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.
Crisp September air.
The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.
Hilt of Золото adorned in ruby and diamond.
Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.
“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”
By night she finds herself clad in black satin.
By night her feet and wrist sore.
By night the dance continues long and strong.
Swords still cutting through the air, gleaming under pulsing moon.
And still her feet dance gracefully.
In Mid-September firelight between smoke and ash and ash and spark.
The pungent smell of burning leaf.
And unique to her a light blend cinnamon spices.
The Mid-September blade queen.
“She turns in time oh turns in time, the Mistress of the Blade.”
The midnight час dawns upon the Mistress of the Blade.
Mid-September midnight.
And dance along ‘round the fire, does the mystic crowd—drunk on life and warm alcoholic cider.
And from the trees above, branches shed themselves.
An array of leaves twirling down making a spectacle of themselves
But they can outshine the blade queen.
They just become a part of her scene.
For amidst it all skips in time the Mistress of the Blade.
Dancing to the beat of a fiddle and a flute.
All around the огонь the rotate set on welcoming the season.
“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade. The bringer of the Autumn wind.”
Once i was having a день dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 год old was Письмо a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are Ты doing here?," she asked. "I Любовь the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner Ты guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a Фан fiction of the novel, Darker Still, by Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Любовь with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present день New York, 13 год old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed еще often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Любовь with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present день New York, 13 год old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed еще often. But is that really best?