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When Blossoms Fade Ch. 15"Who the hell was that?" he asked breathlessly. "Someone who I thought I was done with," Michael said darkly. "I never told you about my master." Michael paused, trying to find the words to describe her. "Lilith is my maker, and she is cruel. I thought she died with the Minoans, but apparently I was wrong." Raphael had nothing to say. At some point, the thought about who it was that made Michael might have crossed his mind, but it had never entered into conversation. It was too strange to think of Michael, who was always poised and driven, as a confused and innocentWhen Blossoms Fade Ch. 15
by ~Nephthys010
Strange CursiveMy cigarette smoke curls and twists into strange cursive,Strange Cursive
Merging with the wisps of white clouds, illuminated by the silver moon.
The ethereal writing carries my prayers to the heavens and beyond,
Up to the cold and silent stars that watch with unblinking diamond eyes.
Moon shadows stretch out far behind me in deviant reflection,
Trying to create darkness in this world of silver linings.
The nebulous words drift and vanish into such darkness, And I watch as they are swallowed by the night.
The hot red ember burns down, the keeper of the time, Breaking the rev
by ~Nephthys010
Something BeautifulYou offered so much and how could I resist. I could find no real reason for you to insist.Something Beautiful
Lost desires to destroy something beautiful, And you stood silver-laced, sensuous and graceful.
Innocence set adrift in the ocean of worlds, Waiting too patiently as your flower unfolds.
With you, I will leave only fading fingerprints, And on your love there will be no lasting imprints.
And awaking in you a starving red fire, Giving you something to always aspire.
But at the very end, I will leave you alone, And you will go on into the vast unknown. &nbs
by ~Nephthys010
When Blossoms Fade Ch. 14Uri was carefully turning the yellowed ancient pages of the book in front of him. It was the third of the decaying volumes that he had examined, and he felt no closer to an answer. He had found all of Michael's skeletons, but nothing seemed to lead to an identity for the woman Michael described. He had been working backward through time with the volumes, hoping to find something before having to resort to the oldest. Unfortunately the one he currently held was the second written. If it wasn't here, there was only one left. The history had been written by Michael himself.When Blossoms Fade Ch. 14
by ~Nephthys010
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