Symphony of Words (or Symphony in English Major)

Close your eyes.
Listen to my voice.
Can you see it?
Even with your eyes closed, can you see the world I do?

The mountains towering in the distance, shrouded in a thin layer of mist?
The small creatures of the earth, scurrying through the evergreen forest in the valleys?
The brilliant evening sun, lazily drifting toward the horizon?

But there is more than mere sight here.

Listen to the birds conversing with one another in song.
Listen to the wind rustling its way through the trees.
Listen to the bubbling stream as has flowed since time immemorial.

Nor are there just the sounds of the flora and fauna.

Can you smell the pine trees, their scent carried by the breeze?
Can you feel the sun's warmth as it embraces you, its long lost friend?
Can you taste the raw magic in the air, the truest of natural beauty?

This is my gift, and my gift to you.
My gift is the power - the art - of the written word.
My vocabulary is my pallette and your imagination, my canvas.
I am not bound by the limitations of reality, nor even those of paint, sculpture, dance, or song.
I am, through my words, capable of traveling the universe, to any time and place.
And through these words, these simple combinations of letters, I can bring you along.

My work is a symphony not for the ears, but for the mind.
My work has the power to create and destroy, even for just a fleeting moment of imagination.
My work possesses a timeless ability to touch all of your senses, if you will allow it.
My work allows reality and fantasy to intermingle as one.

I am an author.

This is my art.

Not Stars... Cinders

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Just a powerful mental image here... inspired by the music I had on at the time. I dunno, maybe it's another memory from a past life, as I am the narrator, or maybe it's just proof that I was in my most creative mood in a long time.

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I gaze up into the sky, to the gods above. All around me; there is naught but destruction. It is dark, but the fires still blaze around me, consuming what little remains of the world I once knew, red and oranges flickering off my ash-dulled scales.

I gaze into the sky, to the points of light above. Not stars... cinders. Each one like a fleeting memory before it is snuffed out by the forces of this cruel world. I walk along the remnants of the road, past all the buildings, wondering how I somehow survived; I suppose it no longer matters. We all knew it was going to end, as soon as the war began, an inevitable conclusion.

I gaze into the sky, to where the instruments of war once flew. Nothing flies now. I daren't even lift off, for fear of burning my wings in the heat above. Instead I only walk along the ground, surrounded by the devastation. I suspect that I am the only thing alive here, as it seems even the plants have given up on living in this nightmare. I know not what caused this, deep down, yet I know it could happen again, in another place, should I do nothing about it.

I gaze into the sky, to the open spaces I once flew. I growl, cursing whoever and whatever did this, turning all I once cared for into ruin. I know that, even had I been here, I could have done nothing but watch, yet I still wish I had been at ground zero, to at least see what caused this world to be reduced to ashes. And as I walk towards a rocky cavern, to wait for the sky to clear, I swear to myself I shall find the source...

Blurring the lines

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One man's trash is another man's treasure;
One man's pain is another man's pleasure.
One man's nightmare is another man's dream;
Good and evil aren't disctinct as they seem

The Lonely Dragon

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Something I wrote while rather depressed, before I had even my second mate. I do occasionally feel like this still...

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I sit alone on a hill
The cool grass beneath me
And I look up to the night sky
The stars are not out tonight
Only the moon keeps me company
I am completely alone
My friends have abandoned me
And love is but a faded memory
The loneliness I feel is deeper than the darkened sky above
I feel even more alone than the moon
Hovering in the endless sea of black
No one to share my life with
Precious few warm moments to keep
"Why," I call out to the sky above
"Why am I always left alone?"
But there is no answer
The moon never speaks
The silence is still deeper
I sigh, but nobody is here to listen
I gaze up to the sky, hoping for an answer
But there is no answer above
All that's left is me and the moon
All I can do is wait
Wait for what, I don't know
But wait I will, for what may come
Perhaps someday, my void of loneliness will be filled...