Poetry
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Agrippa (The Book of the Dead)
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The Prayer for Loving Sorrow by Francis Jammes
I have nothing but my sorrow and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me. Why should I begrudge it, Since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, Because I am certain you will never leave me. Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: Because I know that on the day of my final agony, You will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, So that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
- In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead. Short days ago. We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow Loved and were loved and now we lie, In Flanders fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields
- The Narcissist’s Prayer by Dayna Craig
That didn’t happen.
And if it did, it wasn’t that bad.
And if it was, that’s not a big deal.
And if it is, that’s not my fault.
And if it was, I didn’t mean it.
And if I did, you deserved it.
Fiction
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Blit - a sci-fi story featuring highly dangerous images called “basilisks” which can crash the human mind.
Non-Fiction
Other
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The Refugium by Biblaridon - magic system arguably roughly based on the Seven Deadly Sins.
Links
- Lithub - a hub for fiction and non-fiction.