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| On the wide tree at the dawn of the world, Your slender vine rested, silent and still. I looked; in your thin leaves no colours swirled, And I thought no more, as I always will. Your slender vine rested, silent and still. Petals flourished in the depths of your green. And I thought no more, as I always will, Of blossoms that glow in the night, unseen. Petals flourished in the depths of your green. I am a mere leaf; you are a flower Of blossoms that glow in the night, unseen. No one can stand as a lonely tower. I am a mere leaf; you are a flower, Yet you came to me, and we talked and spoke. No one can stand as a lonely tower, And you let me stay there, under your cloak. Yet you came to me, and we talked and spoke. I looked; in your thin leaves no colours swirled. And you let me stay there, under your cloak - On the wide tree at the dawn of the world. |
| {{Infobox book character |name =Sandscale |image = |caption = |aka = |series =[https://warriorsfanfic.fandom.com/wiki/Of_Stars_and_Sights Of Stars and Sights] (cameo as a cat) |birth date = |age =24 stelluars (21 in human age) |birthplace = |residence =Forest of Savareign |race =lenix |height =3'8" |weight = |shoe size = |hair = |eyes =a pale colour that resembles a grey-yellowish-greenish rock |body shape =thin, yet muscularly built |tattoos = |jewellery = |dress = |appearance-other form= human, serpent, cat |emblem = |markings = |accent = |language =native Lenix; fluent in Feathered, Dragon, Silverscale, Serpent, and Rat; understands Flickerfly, Shimmering Clover, Felinnea, and probably a lot more |weapons = |transport = |motto(s) = |favorite music = |likes = |dislikes = |pastimes = |family = |powers = |fighting style =lithe and fast, striking out of nowhere like a serpent in flight |food = |businesses = |lovers = }} |
| ''Dedicated to [[User:ALostWonderer|Cecilia]], for staying with me on my works, and being the sole source of my motivation when I wanted to give up. Our discord chat is one that I will forever treasure, and your wisdom is too great to be contained in one being.'' <div style="font-size:19px;"> <poem> |
| Here.I found it. I knew it was going to be in the last place I looked, so I looked there first. - Delirium, The Sandman They called it Raven's Plight, the disease that seeps in to the heart; Spread like an eagle it did, black and yellow-beaked, wings the shape Of the moon on a werewolf's night. Veins twisted into abstract art, and I see scarlet eyes around every alley. They say there is no escape. Escape I wish, but parting seas tainted red like that old staff of Moses' The Raven flies beyond clear skies. Because above the layers with cloud There is another skin of space with scent the blended colour of roses And bicycle tyres. And it is this area that I spy, out from the crowd. From out of space comes the roar, the wine-soaked voices that call Like an unceasing torrent of madness. Mania. A goddess once. She Was a goddess, you knew that? Temples and dancers, dressed in small. And now she has found herself a new shrine, here out of the debris. Those who do not see do not hear; and no thought goes on in minds Deprived of dream or reason. This is her game, and she does not Stop at playing chess - I prefer to think of her as alone, as finds The sight of a mortal; drenched in lone rain, no longer sought. For seeking is the will of prayer, and they drink belief like wine. And she tosses it all, gathers her mist-water cloths, and smiles; Her lips smell of dented holly, her eyes silver and green as vine. And she leaves her realm, and sets out to sea from her isles. And now the world is her altar, red and sprinkled with twinkling stars Of glory and gradeur; around the suns they revolve and spiral away. The blood of the land gushes out like gas, trees laden with her scars And I see whales floating white in death, on an ocean shredded grey. |
| Envision a shore, the sea-lapped sand laden With crumbs of old seashells, bleached with spray; A lone figure stands as an outline against the clouds, Her clothes rainbow and ragged around her, Flying like dead rose petals in the wind. She sighs, and touches her shoulder with a hand. Her finger aches with unaccustomed hydration. |
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