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Bridge of SighsStrips away all disguise,
Abandons the lies,
Bridge of Sighs
Journey for the unwise,
Time no longer flies,
Bridge of Sighs
No final sunrise,
Grey endless skies,
Bridge of Sighs
Guardian angel cries,
Another dream dies,
Blank staring eyes,
Bridge of Sighs
The ImmortalO’ Grim Reaper, creature of sorrow,
When will you show yourself to me,
Will you come for my soul to borrow,
Or must I go on for eternity?
Will I have to travel from land to land,
Such as the ancient mariner did,
Will you take me by the hand,
Or will you stay forever hid?
O’ great Hades, god of the underworld,
Please tell Ceberus to let me pass,
I’ll give to you my life unfurled,
Why is it me alone, whom you harass?
How can you take a man in his prime,
Instead of an aged man like I,
Please tell me when it will be my time,
Tell me when I may finally die.
Knights of the Black CrossSorcerers of madness, fire in their eyes,
The executioners of so many lives,
They wanted the world as their slaves,
And turned the cities into fiery graves,
How many lives must be lost,
To the Knights of the Black Cross.
Raining fear and terror from the skies,
This is the reason the Black Cross flies,
Their leader was so insane and evil,
He relished all the chaos and upheaval,
Who would have to pay the cost,
For the Knights of the Black Cross.
This was the time for the bloody fights,
The valiant would battle against the Knights,
The battle raged on for days and days,
This was the time the Black Cross pays,
Now the Knights have no more power,
Because this was Britain’s finest hour.
Deviants RhymeDeviantART is a unique website,
Where you can post pictures, all day and all night,
To get started you first pick a name,
Pick a dumb one, and you only have yourself to blame,
Next you can choose your avatar,
Make it funny or clever, so everyone knows you’re a star,
Then you are ready to roll,
Getting lots of favs and comments, some say is the ultimate goal,
Post whatever kind of artwork you do,
Then join a few groups, of people who are just like you,
It can’t be stolen is the only rule,
Besides if people find out, they will think you’re a fool,
Being a deviant can be an affliction,
Because browsing the art, can become quite an addiction,
Deviants are from everywhere on earth,
Though it’s hard to believe, Antarctica is anyone's real place of birth,
Many deviants claim they are bored,
The only reason I can think of, is their artwork is being ignored,
So go and give someone a fav,
Also leave a nice comment, and their day you might save,
You may even make a new
My Favorite SeasonSwimming in the water, and drying in the sun,
Hum of the locusts, as they chime all as one.
Splatter of colors, on deciduous trees,
Building a fire, to offset the cool nights breeze.
Soft muffled silence, of new falling snow,
Hard bite on your skin, at zero and below.
Violent release, of thunderous rain showers,
Fragile beauty, of newly formed flowers.
These are just a few of the reasons,
I like not one, but all of the seasons.
For if any of these were here all the time,
They would be ordinary, rather than sublime.
So please don't ask me which season is best,
For each is only wonderful, because of the rest.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More