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Dreaming Damnations- Chapter 24, Part Two

Narcissa leveled the mad corvid a quizzical look and turned to her Cheshire Cat inquiringly, the felid currently nothing more than a floating, widely grinning head as she let the laconic words sink in. “And do you know when fate’s small hand will strike the eleventh hour when the clock’s time sees fit to fluctuate?” she asked the crow. Churab alighted on the very top of what appeared to be a ten feet tall great grandfather clock with everything below a small fraction of its bipolar clock seemingly choked out by this realm’s mist. His head turned this way and that, studying the Cat fearlessly with

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Starvation On Planet Purgatorium

Phosphorescent, the fungi reminiscent to eight-pointed stars proudly displaying a polychromatic range of coloration emanated their ghostly light upon the wide labyrinth of cavern tunnels branching out beneath the hostile, mystifying jungle of the ferine planet known as Purgatorium. The pervasive, seemingly endless network of tunnels themselves were barely distinguishable from the verdant jungle darkling the planet’s nurturing soil above the surface, vegetation, tree trunks, and roots from trees above enlacing with the walls, ceiling, and fine, rust-colored dirt carpeting the ground within this surrealistic, untamed garden of deep s

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An Angel's Candle

Flicker, flicker lambent flame, Fear not the lamenter’s tears, For within the heart you remain, Kindled by a permanent thread. How your warmth emanates, Even in this world so cold. Never could even an inferno imitate, Your splendid incandescence. Born from the chronicles of a now stilled heart, You’re a burning, unfading memory, Physically absent, but still not apart, From your loved ones’ still beating hearts. As amaranthine as the phoenix’s breath, Let try the shadows of death to smother you out, Or drench you into oblivion via the Waters of Lethe, You’re beyond their carnal touch, dear little flame. Fear n

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Lunaris Resonation

The eyes say words the tongue cannot pronounce. When one leads an existence where the tongue is silenced and the ears are deafened behind an irremovable mask, communication and observation of the outside world falls solely on the eyes –the windows to the soul. But when those eyes reflect a dead and nihilistic world, what is there to say that’s worth disrupting the silence? Caliginous and comfortless, Ulquiorra’s existence began in an abysm never acknowledged by the placid, unfading crescent moon beyond. Abandoned in dereliction by even a draconic world of dehumanized eidolons, his stygian, abysmal cradle of o

Ulqiorra Orihime

Starvation On Planet Purgatorium by KittyNocturna, literature

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Starvation On Planet Purgatorium

The Vulpine Trickster by KittyNocturna, literature

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The Vulpine Trickster

Reddish light harbingering the shadow-drenched hours of night filtered down past the labyrinth formed from the forest’s canopy, adding a dramatic, almost surreal ambience to the sylvan scenery. The masked madman who’s paradoxically cordial challenge had invited them to this secluded forest –handwritten in cursive and delivered to each of the five heroines by a little black fox –had escaped a day and a half ago through the aid of a potent sleeping gas. Cunning, elusive jack a dandy of a man, his foxship proved as devilish as he. Catwoman cowled in her feline mask –first to wake an hour prior –dug her gl

An Angel's Candle by KittyNocturna, literature

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An Angel's Candle

Flower Amdist The Ashes by KittyNocturna, literature

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Flower Amdist The Ashes

Ashes make the flowers grow Dust whispers what the Hourglass’s sands have abandoned And the roots whisper them down below Tears water the ashes –A lamenting gift to the roots The offering of a heart, it splashes Presented by the echoing eyes. Digging fingers into the earth, The roots engrave lost memories Of wonder, dreams, and mirth And reverberate them above in splendid colors. Dying golden the untimely rust, Resurrecting beauty from Death’s gray sands Dust can be gold; gold can be dust Polished bright by tears. Nurtured by the swansong Made immortal by the wind’s resonation The flower grows tall and strong A g

December Angels by KittyNocturna, literature

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December Angels

Cut short are winter’s promises Of puerile laughter and joy Without warning the footprints Embedded in December’s glistening garden evanesce. Winter sheds alabaster tears Upon the silent graves Where short sentimental requiems Sing eternal lamentations to those of stilled breath. The primrose path of naive innocence Is now wilted daisies frozen by the snow Many a hand that lovingly watered them Is now still in permanent December slumber. In the embrace of perpetual winter Are their frozen memories preserved Within the hearts of loved ones Glistening beautifully like illumined frost. Their lives have waned as dying sunlight, Ye

Incandescing Lamentations by KittyNocturna, literature

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Incandescing Lamentations

Like fragmented shadows Memories flicker to and fro Before the lambent tongues of flame Of the heart’s furnace. Captured shards of youthful days, Sentimental and bittersweet, These are the remnants of A puerile flower wilted prematurely. Like a flower pressed between a book’s pages, Its image forms the unfading memories Dancing in the heart’s burning fire And emanated in its incandescence. Tainted by time, The lotus’s cloying fragrance Has become enlaced with wormwood’s breath And entangled in thorns of tragedy. Plucked from Behemoth’s palm By the cadaverous hand of Death And scattered to the wind Sing

The Heart in the Dreamer's Furnace by KittyNocturna, literature

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The Heart in the Dreamer's Furnace

Phantasmagoric, nightmarish, and inky...these dreamtime eidolons tormented her so. They took on forms both familiar and strange. But no one form would they keep for long, these demons her nightmares gave birth to. They desired a multitude of shapes, each designed to raise goose bumps over her flesh in her trepidation. Her hollowfied brother, defeated hollows of the past, Aizen and the venom behind his beguiling smile, Nnoritora’s released form, Muramasa’s assumed shape after going berserk from betrayal. The most frightening one of all, however, was the diabolical, cadaverous entity that replaced Ichigo atop the canopy of Los

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Lunaris Resonation

The Garden by KittyNocturna, literature

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The Garden

The mortal seed of the immortal flower, Brought forth from the Garden. Tainted by the soil of the Jackal’s grounds, Beguiled by the Basilisk’s tongue. Petals reach heavenwards, Connected to the celestial realm By the pluvial ribbons cast down by clouds. Their hearts’ roots umbraged by Behemoth’s darksome cradle; Their hearts’ vivid colors spread wide For the Phoenix’s watchful, burning eye. By the blood their thorns ensnare, Their sins are laid bare –the hearts of humankind. For no perfection may bloom In the soil of the mundane world. The Garden awaits beyond.

The Ouroboros Cycle by KittyNocturna, literature

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The Ouroboros Cycle

Deep where the Ouroboros makes it nest, A heart began to beat. And when the heart began to beat, The dolphins’ song coalesced the ocean’s froth To Elysium’s shores And reawakened the amaranth’s seed. In buoyant celebration the falcon and the hare Danced round and round While the Ouroboros circled on. Shaded by the tiger’s lair, Now carried by the crow. Followed by the Ouroboros, The puerile seed began to grow. Within the flower’s forming petals Resonates the heart, Singing eulogies to the earth Through curious eyes and touch. To one side watches the Raven. To the other watches the Dove. Framing the falcon

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