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Dies IraeArt thou the one who stole my very breath from my lips?
The pleasurable kiss upon my imagination,
and, who, ignited the stars of inspiration?
Or, art thou,
after only a week's pass,
The one who is the mirror image of my failure;
the sparkwho is yet so bright
fails to kindle flame?
T'were, once, a breath of intrigue,
enthralling my most deep desires,
and enticed the most marvellous of false romance.
Asphyxiates the placid truth
that beauty is your only virtue.
Thou art a most miserable wretch,
Sickly, like the façade of a full moon.
O, yet, you do not shine!
You are but the darkness of the moon;
For I must not compare you to something
As fair and pure.
You seethe from a distance,
though your courage is faint;
like your darkened outline,
whose figure you paint.
O, you torment;
Your morose shine
that glistens the tear drops of dew,
and although you try to impress,
I am no fool.
T'was a looming past,
that intrigues my fantasies.
It hangs over,
Acuity - 3III
The kingdom of Ikana was respected for its military prowess and high social standards in its golden age. Its population was at its peak, and its innovation was excelled. The newest King, Maharajah Ali IV, married the Venetian duchess Thalía at the age of twenty-one. This caused a very brief uproar until the duchess introduced them to a modern lifestyle, influenced by the Miu people. From this, she was respected.
After the birth of a large family (six children to be exact), they had their youngest and last child, Jolanda. She took after her mother in appearance and manner, and took interest in fashion and architecture. She cared little for politics and dabbled in alchemy. She highly praised Arwen and Mahsheed, and they inspired her to create amateur paintings. At the age of thirteen, she was betrothed to the Urij prince Amaris. He was a dainty and sad little creature. He was also thought to be ill, but the parents of the child believed him to be highly intelligent and
Acuity - 2II
I had left my humble abode in Fiore as soon as I gained news of the siege in Ascalonia. I heard that soon it would travel to the Persian region, and it stirred my deepest concerns. As a high ranking member of society, I felt I had to defend my mother's homeland. I left on horseback midday, as the sun beat down upon the country. From there on, leaving all I knew, I travelled through the Dicci country and then crossed the ocean via the Lyse and Cornielle islands. From there I reached Ascalonia.
I was shocked to see the country in such foul state. It appeared as if a revolution had broken out instead of a siege. The corpses, if the peoples were massacred, were missing. Yet, there were no burial mounds. I found this very discomforting. Traces of their existence had been removed: the bloodshed, the shreds of their pride. No, all that was left were buildings, standing tall, and the odd toy that a child had dropped.
After I had endured the ravaged cities and townships in Ascalonia, I passe
Acuity - 1I
They used to say that God lived among the people in the form of kindness, pleasure, grief and intellect.
Kindness was a woman, giving to the poor and a provider of hope for all. She would tell stories of rich kings and mythological creatures; this would be our god Gloria.
Pleasure was a man, whoreasonablywould indulge himself in the spoils of man and fine art. He would have splendid gardens with every plant imaginable; this would be our god Romulus.
Grief was also a man, who hid in the dark and was rarely visited by outsiders. He was oft visited by his friend Death and awaits his lost companion Light; this would be our god Damien.
And lastly, Intellect was a woman, as wise as the crows and as old as the moon. She knows everything and speaks every language, both old and new. She keeps to herself and is ready to offer help to those worthy of it; this would be our god Arwen.
Then there was our divine creator, Aquarius. He was born from the stars and evolved from a nebula. He
MISERABLE : 9
DAY 9, WEEK 2
Business was on and off all day. I was glad of that, just to make my first day back a bit easier. Eva got me to change labels (you know, price tags on the shelves?), and I was never called back to my till. I'm guessing it was never busy enough to require my presence.
I stalked through the aisles, the labels dangling from the crook of my elbow in a clear produce bag. In the same aisle was the blonde-haired boy, Aaron. He would sometimes ask what I was looking for and direct me. Occasionally, he would find me in different aisles and check up on me. Such a helpful kid.
While doing this, I bumped into Stravinsky on the dairy section. I did not see him at first, as I was rearranging the labels for the cheese. However, when someone began stacking the shelves near me, I was inclined to look.
"Morning," I said, peering through the pile of cartons blocking him. I reached into my produce bag and picked out the fancy yogurt labels, and reached up to change them. I don't li
MISERABLE : 8
DAY 8, WEEK 2
Another day off, and probably my last; I have no excuse to be taking time off. I feel absolutely fine. In fact, I feel great.
Around eleven o'clock, I took up the mission that the electronic store's salesclerk gave me. I approached the florist department and searched for the woman there. When I found her, she was watering an arrangement of lilies. I stood beside her, purposely getting in her way. She did not say anything. I looked at her, trying to make her feel awkward, but she was not paying attention; she was off in her little dream world. I followed her around the small department as she watered plants. I saw that the man on the pharmacy counter was watching curiously.
The woman finally took a seat behind her counter and opened a book. As she began to read, I leaned over the counter and covered the page she was reading with my hand. This grabbed her attention. She looked up, revealing her oddly-coloured amber eyes.
"Can I help you?" I smiled back at her misc
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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