Her TreasureI desire your words, Sir.Her Treasure by EvilMeli
My body, wrapped in silky phrases,
flowing gently from uneven breaths.
broken museWords are meaningless!broken muse by EvilMeli
Prolific poet confessed.
My heart's song silenced.
Of Fire and Ice1.Of Fire and Ice by Kierman
The Dark Lord stopped his writing, placing the stylus on the polished, marbled desk and looking about the room. It was quiet, his Apprentice sent off on some errand he couldn't even recall now. He sighed faintly to himself, looking about the darkened recesses of his office.
"I sense you but I cannot see you. Show yourself, or understand what it is to interrupt a Darth in his work." The old Sith said as he looked deeper into the corners of the sparsely lit room, his eyes narrowed, the lines around them deep from his age, and his grey eyebrows frowning as he struggles with the Force power that is stopping his vision. He fights harder against it, his anger now rising and fuelling his energy, and he pours it into the attack upon the barrier that blocks him.
The struggle is won, and the old Sith narrows his eyes to peer into the corner where the darkness is deepest, his eyes ablaze with red energies as a figure forms and steps out into the dim light. The Dark Lords aged eyes widen