La Casona de Yucay
The clanging of Church bells calling people to mass at dawn,
The cry of a rooster, the light twitter of birds,
Mountains wreathed in Peruvian mist,
Tall peaks of the glacier crowned in the sun's glow,
The Spaniard's neatly manicured gardens nestled in the Sacred Valley,
Closed courtyards interconnecting, a network of delight,
Horses graze beside cornfields,
A vegetable garden behind high stone walls,
A stone frog crouches in watch over a glass-panelled manse,
Whilst early streetside vendors set up their colourful wares
In a stone courtyard beaded with dew
Where once, horse's hooves clattered through dust and thr
O Great Draga
~Written by Sinai the Aroro~
Note: Aroros are dog-like creatures from YayPets created by Emmil, of which Sinai is starting to distinguish herself as a poet/writer.
A Draga is an enormous winged predator that eats anything it lays eyes upon.
O great Draga
Who doth fly upon great wings of flame,
Why do you have such blinkery eyes?
Why do you have such poor aim?
Thou, who art a god of the skies,
Whom all must worship or run from in fear,
Why is it you smell so bad?
And when we shout it at you, you pretend you cannot hear?
O great Draga,
King of the heavens, lord of the sea,
Why do you have such yellow teeth?
Why are
Ballad of the Wachobit Hunters by hisuikousei, literature
Literature
Ballad of the Wachobit Hunters
The Ballad of the Wachobit Hunters
~Written by Sinai and Prism as a warning to all young aroros~
It was a warm, warm day
An early Summer's day,
When the birds flew on the wing,
And the wachobits did sing
(Tra-la-la-la-la!)
And wachobits there were a-plenty
By the hundreds and the twelve-twenties,
Enough for an aroro to feast -
(Oh what an aroro feast!)
And so the aroros went a-hunting
Decked out in baby-blue bunting
Hunting for the wachobits that did sing,
Their songs fit for a woodlands king,
(Tra-la-la-la-la!)
Hark, here the aroros go!
As silent as a woodlands doe,
Two by two,
White and blue,
Blueberry and Kitsu,
Sinai
Chess with Death
I played a game of chess with Death
But was it worth the prize?
To win his life of suffering
Before a slow demise,
Dependent on those daily things
Of bathing and self-care,
Too confused to know the simple things
Of who or when or where.
I played my best with rook and knight
To fight anothers fight,
A bishop cross the sheets of white,
The king and queen, next right,
Pills and bloods,
A chest X-ray,
Its for me I need to win.
But softly, softly, the pieces fall,
The rook,
The queen,
The king.
RIP.
La Casona de Yucay
The clanging of Church bells calling people to mass at dawn,
The cry of a rooster, the light twitter of birds,
Mountains wreathed in Peruvian mist,
Tall peaks of the glacier crowned in the sun's glow,
The Spaniard's neatly manicured gardens nestled in the Sacred Valley,
Closed courtyards interconnecting, a network of delight,
Horses graze beside cornfields,
A vegetable garden behind high stone walls,
A stone frog crouches in watch over a glass-panelled manse,
Whilst early streetside vendors set up their colourful wares
In a stone courtyard beaded with dew
Where once, horse's hooves clattered through dust and thr
O Great Draga
~Written by Sinai the Aroro~
Note: Aroros are dog-like creatures from YayPets created by Emmil, of which Sinai is starting to distinguish herself as a poet/writer.
A Draga is an enormous winged predator that eats anything it lays eyes upon.
O great Draga
Who doth fly upon great wings of flame,
Why do you have such blinkery eyes?
Why do you have such poor aim?
Thou, who art a god of the skies,
Whom all must worship or run from in fear,
Why is it you smell so bad?
And when we shout it at you, you pretend you cannot hear?
O great Draga,
King of the heavens, lord of the sea,
Why do you have such yellow teeth?
Why are
Ballad of the Wachobit Hunters by hisuikousei, literature
Literature
Ballad of the Wachobit Hunters
The Ballad of the Wachobit Hunters
~Written by Sinai and Prism as a warning to all young aroros~
It was a warm, warm day
An early Summer's day,
When the birds flew on the wing,
And the wachobits did sing
(Tra-la-la-la-la!)
And wachobits there were a-plenty
By the hundreds and the twelve-twenties,
Enough for an aroro to feast -
(Oh what an aroro feast!)
And so the aroros went a-hunting
Decked out in baby-blue bunting
Hunting for the wachobits that did sing,
Their songs fit for a woodlands king,
(Tra-la-la-la-la!)
Hark, here the aroros go!
As silent as a woodlands doe,
Two by two,
White and blue,
Blueberry and Kitsu,
Sinai
My lover has water running through her veins by Dyemelikeasunset, literature
Literature
My lover has water running through her veins
She flows around stone and quenches fires
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have t
I've Got My Finger on the Trigger by SRSmith, literature
Literature
I've Got My Finger on the Trigger
I've got my finger on the trigger.
It took the better part of an hour to make the climb from where you forced my fighter into the dirt to this rocky outcrop overlooking your crash site. I've got the high ground now, and you don't stand a chance.
Through the sight on my long gun I watch as you frantically dart towards your burning ship, only to be forced back by the flames again and again. I don't quite see the point, you can't put the flames out, and even if you could it's never going to fly again. Niether will you once I get tired of watching your futile antics.
From here your ship doesn't look nearly as fierce as our mission briefing des
Pomegranate seeds
have the most
bitter of tastes.
She is more
than a myth,
you know;
unsullied
and untainted,
a spring's
breeze with
the most
arabesque
of lips.
There are more
flames beneath her
skin than in all of
Hades. With every
breath she takes,
winter cries out
for redemption.
She is magenta.
A maiden of
jasper and agate;
lily eyelashes and
locks of supple ivy.
His goddess:
eternal,
unwavering—
a hyacinth among
weeds and sweet
harvest among
the wretched.
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Home of my aroros, from ~yaypets (https://www.deviantart.com/yaypets) by emmil (https://www.deviantart.com/emmil):
Sinai http://yaypets.deviantart.com/art/Hisuikousei-Sinai-146780869
Sinai is the writer and poet whose works include the Ballad of the Wachobit Hunters http://hisuikousei.deviantart.com/art/Ballad-of-the-Wachobit-Hunters-147130349. She fancies herself to be quite literary. She also happens to be leader of the pack.
Likes: Hot weather, sleeping, wachobit pie, Prism
Dislikes: llifi-kei (https://www.deviantart.com/llifi-kei) for trying to turn her into a couch
Prism http://yaypets.deviantart.com/art/hisuikousei-Prism-146096105
Prism is turning into the 'artist' of the pack although his works are mostly of the stick figur
Tagged by ~llifi-kei (https://www.deviantart.com/llifi-kei). This is only part of a VERY long quiz.
WHAT COMES TO MIND WITH THE WORD
High: Plane
Lonely: Grey concrete wall
Pen: Blue
Window: Sky blue and clouds
Psycho: Green slime
Brain freeze: Frozen pizza
Strange: Knotted balls of rainbow yarn (tangled)
Sassy: Yellow
Suffering: Grey
Art: Dark brown swirls with richer warmer brown bits and gold and then maybe some other colours as well but not sure about these colours!!