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Ghosts of the Snow Village (Requiem of the Villagers)
The truck bobs back and forth as it departs for Turin
At the nearest bar, Roy excitedly converses with his closest friends
His words leak truth about Pop, about the Praying Festival
And about Eastern itself
“I had so much fun! You should have seen it! You should have been there!”
“We can probably still make it! It’s just an hour drive away! I’ll tell Ashuton you’re with me.”
Sitting in the far corner, listening to their conversation,
was a ghost clad in modern black
she departed, her dress swaying with her
her heels clicked the cobble with every step
and Tulip met her Leader in the alleyway
Tulip pleads to him, “We can save ourselves. We can salvage whatever we have left. Ashuton is within our reach.”
She was nearly begging him for the O.K to go
He thought about it—not long—and knew it would be a daunting task
But the desires were O-so-sweet
Our tourist would never fall for such a thing
Right now our tourist is snug and warm,
Sitting under Ashuton’s crape myrtle tree
It’s flowering blossoms give off warm heat
And attract a parade of moths
“I can sing a story, you know,” says the forest boy, Ashuton, “I’ll sing one for you. This one is about my cousin Mischevous. He was a dragon shifter like me, but he could never hide that tail of his.”
He took a deep breath and sang
In the closed womb of High Glassian
The inhabitants fought, forever entombed by emotions
My dear cousin began questing to change that
For the equality of dragons and dragon shifters
He always said,
“I seek and I sought.
I came and I wrought.”
The last lines stick with our tourist, whom does not know how to interpret that into simple english
When the calm passes, the tourist falls asleep under the tree
Ashuton stays awake, not feeling tired yet
A ghostly child approaches Ashuton
With a cutesy laugh, it says, “you should watch out tomorrow?”
And the forest boy merrily replies, “Mischevous! Why are you here and what do you mean?”
“Um…Leader is coming with three teams. He wants to kill you!”
Ashuton drew back, “that’s absurd!”
Mischevous shook his head, “nuh-uh. I heard him.”
The ghost sat beside Ashuton and he couldn’t help but ask, “how are you able to contact me so easily?”
Mischevous shrugged, “I’m on break.”Rate this:
#Anime #Ashuton #books #Dragons #Fantasy #Fiction #literature #Mischevous #Poetry #reading #ShortStories #shortStory #Writing -
Ghosts of the Snow Village (Requiem of the Villagers)
The truck bobs back and forth as it departs for Turin
At the nearest bar, Roy excitedly converses with his closest friends
His words leak truth about Pop, about the Praying Festival
And about Eastern itself
“I had so much fun! You should have seen it! You should have been there!”
“We can probably still make it! It’s just an hour drive away! I’ll tell Ashuton you’re with me.”
Sitting in the far corner, listening to their conversation,
was a ghost clad in modern black
she departed, her dress swaying with her
her heels clicked the cobble with every step
and Tulip met her Leader in the alleyway
Tulip pleads to him, “We can save ourselves. We can salvage whatever we have left. Ashuton is within our reach.”
She was nearly begging him for the O.K to go
He thought about it—not long—and knew it would be a daunting task
But the desires were O-so-sweet
Our tourist would never fall for such a thing
Right now our tourist is snug and warm,
Sitting under Ashuton’s crape myrtle tree
It’s flowering blossoms give off warm heat
And attract a parade of moths
“I can sing a story, you know,” says the forest boy, Ashuton, “I’ll sing one for you. This one is about my cousin Mischevous. He was a dragon shifter like me, but he could never hide that tail of his.”
He took a deep breath and sang
In the closed womb of High Glassian
The inhabitants fought, forever entombed by emotions
My dear cousin began questing to change that
For the equality of dragons and dragon shifters
He always said,
“I seek and I sought.
I came and I wrought.”
The last lines stick with our tourist, whom does not know how to interpret that into simple english
When the calm passes, the tourist falls asleep under the tree
Ashuton stays awake, not feeling tired yet
A ghostly child approaches Ashuton
With a cutesy laugh, it says, “you should watch out tomorrow?”
And the forest boy merrily replies, “Mischevous! Why are you here and what do you mean?”
“Um…Leader is coming with three teams. He wants to kill you!”
Ashuton drew back, “that’s absurd!”
Mischevous shook his head, “nuh-uh. I heard him.”
The ghost sat beside Ashuton and he couldn’t help but ask, “how are you able to contact me so easily?”
Mischevous shrugged, “I’m on break.”Rate this:
#Dragons #ShortStories #literature #books #reading #Poetry #Anime #Fantasy #Writing #Ashuton #Fiction #shortStory #Mischevous -
Ghosts of the Snow Village (Requiem of the Villagers)
The truck bobs back and forth as it departs for Turin
At the nearest bar, Roy excitedly converses with his closest friends
His words leak truth about Pop, about the Praying Festival
And about Eastern itself
“I had so much fun! You should have seen it! You should have been there!”
“We can probably still make it! It’s just an hour drive away! I’ll tell Ashuton you’re with me.”
Sitting in the far corner, listening to their conversation,
was a ghost clad in modern black
she departed, her dress swaying with her
her heels clicked the cobble with every step
and Tulip met her Leader in the alleyway
Tulip pleads to him, “We can save ourselves. We can salvage whatever we have left. Ashuton is within our reach.”
She was nearly begging him for the O.K to go
He thought about it—not long—and knew it would be a daunting task
But the desires were O-so-sweet
Our tourist would never fall for such a thing
Right now our tourist is snug and warm,
Sitting under Ashuton’s crape myrtle tree
It’s flowering blossoms give off warm heat
And attract a parade of moths
“I can sing a story, you know,” says the forest boy, Ashuton, “I’ll sing one for you. This one is about my cousin Mischevous. He was a dragon shifter like me, but he could never hide that tail of his.”
He took a deep breath and sang
In the closed womb of High Glassian
The inhabitants fought, forever entombed by emotions
My dear cousin began questing to change that
For the equality of dragons and dragon shifters
He always said,
“I seek and I sought.
I came and I wrought.”
The last lines stick with our tourist, whom does not know how to interpret that into simple english
When the calm passes, the tourist falls asleep under the tree
Ashuton stays awake, not feeling tired yet
A ghostly child approaches Ashuton
With a cutesy laugh, it says, “you should watch out tomorrow?”
And the forest boy merrily replies, “Mischevous! Why are you here and what do you mean?”
“Um…Leader is coming with three teams. He wants to kill you!”
Ashuton drew back, “that’s absurd!”
Mischevous shook his head, “nuh-uh. I heard him.”
The ghost sat beside Ashuton and he couldn’t help but ask, “how are you able to contact me so easily?”
Mischevous shrugged, “I’m on break.”Rate this:
#Dragons #ShortStories #literature #books #reading #Poetry #Anime #Fantasy #Writing #Ashuton #Fiction #shortStory #Mischevous