Now we breath the Hyacinths' sweeter air...

Now we breathe the Hyacinths' sweeter air Framed by arches and not rivalry We have only a dream of the Paradise Garden That held to heart its House of Hell Needled me with a knowledge
Cherry

In The Rain

She takes a deep breath and stops running and spinning. She stands there a second and waits for something. She looks straight ahead. The whole night is dark. There are no lights any where.
Cherry

On the brow of the hill

I saw him on the brow of the hill. He was as unfamiliar as my direction, but he interested me more than most,
Cherry

The Oak Lane Inn (Part Two)

No one at home when I tapped at the window He's deaf in the parlour but I didn't know then How he was framed by the shutters, the rafters, the blinds Fallen by flowers within the Oak Lane Inn

Life's Not Bottled

Self explanatory
Cherry

The Bitter, The Sweet.

A piece of nostalgic prosetry

Love/Life

Eternal Choice

Velvet Colours

Read and consider.
Cherry

The Silence of Consequences

A pool of black blood gathered at the crook of her neck. Her face, lined with a diary of age, stared up at him with unseeing eyes. A tuft of her white hair clung to his fingers.
Cherry

The Art of Hunting

Purlock is meant to be here, the same way Jim was meant to open this shop in the first place. Something has drawn them together more than coincidence or the sheer bloody closeness of the city.

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