May
20th
2016
Ἑκάτης · 1:47pm May 20th, 2016
Last dying whisper of a wretched beast,
Upon whom wrought were horrors yet unknown,
Nefarious and blasphemous concerns
And dull blunt pain of loss--it goes like this:
“My Moon, Thou guided me in days of sorrow
On achromatic paths of world diseased;
Oh, bless my deathbed with Thy visage’s honour,
Nebula-maned Goddess of the dreams!”
Night falls down fast on clay-made vale of tears,
Yore life’s last sandgrains scatter on the floor;
And on last breath he sees a dreamly figure:
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cyberillithid · 112 views
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1902718 Indeed.
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'Twas an old acquaintance of mine, who decided to test his skills in drawing ponies on one of my old OC's. I guess that you might find him by one of his nicknames - "tarakanovich" - somewhere on the web.
Where does your avatar come from? It's beautiful! Somebody really understands light.
Thanks! Maybe one day I'll get to write for fun again.
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The gratitude is unneeded, for your fascinating stories of Starswirl the Bearded are still proving to be a good source of thaumatocomical inspiration for me. Thus I'm keeping an eye on them.