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You Got My Attention by *Sad-and-Fallen-Angel
Untitled Give me a cold and dark embraceUntitled by *Sad-and-Fallen-Angel
Let silence fill my ears
As I take my last breath
Let all the pains that ail me
Fade away til nothing can be felt
Let the emptiness, the self loathing
The infernal maelstrom that torments my soul
Cease so that there is nothing
Let my beating heart grow still
As I finally know peace.
Let one last tear fall
As I finally become free
Is it a Dream Moonlight filters through silver clouds etched on an ebon velvet skyIs it a Dream by *Sad-and-Fallen-Angel
Death embraces all around
Swathing it all in a somnambulists trance
Untethered dreams flutter along
Carried high upon an invisible wind
Gently caressing those that are worthy of their angelic touch
While nightmares crawl along the ground
Forever searching for that which can never be found
Making do with the poor soul who knows no rest
Beneath a mauve scented tree
I sit and ponder
As I write yet more purple prose
Hoping that there is someone left
Not only to read but understand my words
A scarlet rain starts to fall
White lightening flashes across the sky
Whil
Sleep, My Tiger Moriarty said nothing he couldn't, for once his eloquent speech failed him.Sleep, My Tiger by *Sad-and-Fallen-Angel
"I have to do this professor" Colonel Moran explained "I can't sit by and let this go on any longer…maybe there is something I can give the lads"
Professor James Moriarty (retired professor of mathematics) looked at his secretary, his companion, friend and long term lover and sighed.
Sebastian Moran hadn't really changed, the passing of the years while they had left his hair greyer and a his face was more speckled, they had for the most part been kind to him.
He still had the same fight, the same sense of mischief, the same love of life that had drawn Moriart
The Last Waltz The was something about the old place that brought back a smile to his well worn features as he slowly walked to up the door and placed the key in the lock, not even sure if the key would turn after all this timeThe Last Waltz by *Sad-and-Fallen-Angel
Gently he turned the key and let out a sigh as there was a faint click and he felt the door give a little, pushing the heavy oak door with both hands the old man wrapped up against the chills of spring coughed as the stale air of the long abandoned building rushed out to greet him like some long lost lover.
Colonel Sebastian Moran gave a dry chuckle as he stepped over the threshold, it felt so strange coming back here to these room
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