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Sep 10, 2009
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The Changeling
Once upon
a dreary vale,
a ghostly image
floating pale
Set my hair
to stand on end,
a living nightmare
did begin
Through the tree
she passed with ease,
floating gently
as a breeze
White her hands
were pearly hue,
nails were red
and veins ran blue
Auburn hair
that glittered fire,
dressed in webs
that spoke desire
Sweeping hand
across my lips,
writhing wildly
image shifts
In Changeling form
she was renewed,
shining with
a golden hue
Cold as ice,
that grace the poles,
wrapping around
my spirit folds
A tongue of fire
ripped my soul,
in changeling form
I now enfold
— Seren, Sep 10, 2009
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Candlewitch
16 years 9 months ago
Dearest Jayne
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dearest Cat,
Bosscombat
16 years 9 months ago
:)
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Matty :P
greeneyes
16 years 9 months ago
Fucking amazing
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Biggest Smiles ...
mantiscepter
16 years 9 months ago
Change
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear John
lyz
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Jayne
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Lyz
hugo la rosa
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Jayne
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dearest Hugo
Electric Blue
16 years 8 months ago
Changling
Seren
16 years 8 months ago
Dearest Magz,