Angel's LamentThe headstrong angel flew to EarthAngel's Lament by V-e-r-b-o-s-e
Girded for war with the forces of Satan
As a meteor it dove, with its spear outthrust
To skewer the first horned devil it struck.
Finding no monsters it rose back to Heaven,
Its crystal wings spitting out rainbows
And wept bitter tears for times it remembered
When demons came only from fire and Hell.
In a Foggy GraveyardThe heavy silence of the graveyard was broken by a sharp snap. Out of the mist strode a tall, lanky boy in his mid-teens. A streak of his black hair had been dyed a deep green and lay next to a streak dyed silver. From under long ebony lashes glinted eyes like cold jade. He was dressed all in black with a steel gray tie, accompanied by a scarf the same green as his hair. A silver snake in the form of an S shone at the end of the scarf. Albus Severus Potter surveyed his surroundings with mild disdain, flipped the end of the scarf over one shoulder, and ambled down the tiny gravel path into the cemetery.In a Foggy Graveyard by V-e-r-b-o-s-e
The location of the graveyard was a secret to most Muggles and wizards alike, for buried here were those witches and wizards the magical society would most like to forget. Upon each of the anonymous gravestones was stamped RIP in a brutal font that suggested otherwise. Some graves had interesting features about them despite the attempted anonymity. In front of one sprouted a vicious look
Lost ArtifactsAs history burnsLost Artifacts by V-e-r-b-o-s-e
Eyes of gold and tourmaline
Weep tears of cracked jade.
Our Veins Bleed RainbowOur Veins Bleed RainbowOur Veins Bleed Rainbow by CharlaP
One man and one woman
take marriage vows:
exchange glistening rings,
mimic oaths of tradition,
lean forward to kiss, and swear
Family and friends applaud, their claps
echoing like a thunderstorm,
showering the couple with hope, praise, acceptance.
We of a different kind
watch in confusion. Don’t we have access
to glittering bands of gold?
Are we not familiar with promises
of faith and dedication?
Yet all of our gestures of union
Are we not of flesh and blood?
Can we not feel the fingers
of lovers entwined?
Do the passions, fears, anger,
doubts, and joy passed through lips
Do we not hold our lovers—
our “significant others” —
with equal dedication?
Do we not celebrate acts of love?
Do we not cry from acts of hate?
Do we not fear danger for letting
our true selves shine?
We too are humans raised from dust.
We too are a mixture of cultures and faith
We too care for our parents, our children.