http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mizar89 The original writings of author Mizar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776082189 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Whydo men despair at the closing day?Whymourn you each golden as it falls?Throughsummer blossoms winter slowly slaysBeautyfades not when frozen snowflakes fallEndlesslyit forms and reforms a newThough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1668988/  Thestars were scattered grains of sand, across the velvet sky, Thewind was a midnight phantom, breathing a silent sigh,Theriver was painted silver by Luna’s gentle kiss, Thevillage slept in the tangles of sweet and dreamy blis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1511700/ Dew soaked leaves tangled in your hair. Moss sweet bed to lie without a care.Wait for me here, my sweet, wait for me here.River of mirror stoneslaughs its mirth for you. Birds, in the trees,chime a note or two.Wait for me here, my sweetWait for me here I’ll be com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1490152/ If they'd only known what it meant to me, that moment, how long planned out, thought of, dreamed of in fact, then it would have gone better. They wouldn't have looked at me with such disdain when I slunk my way out of the shadows and held my palm open to them.  I had been polite, I'd smi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1482136/ Spin me around the stars, my darling Show me the meaning of mirthThe universe is ours, my darling Carry me away from earthFeel the cosmos between your toes and ring the stars around your neck We laugh as we go where no ones goesBeyond the gates of Death.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1479717/ My knuckles were white and trembling as they tied themselves into anxious knots in my lap. My heart was throbbing in my chest to the point it seemed every vein in my body seem to quiver from it. In front of my seat, Victor was crouched, I couldn't see his face from where my eyes were trained .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1478656/ The lustrous crimson glow fromthe setting sun warmed my cheek as I ran; panting breathlessly as I stumbledover the folds of my saffron gown, my golden sandals slapping the summer driedground. The note Hermes had given me was wrung tightly in one fist; tears st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1477239/ The frosted metal rail bites intomy hands as I look down into the turning waters below. White teeth grin at meas they spin around the rippling waves in an eternal dance. I’m transfixed asthe snowflakes flutter about my face, catching in my hair and sneak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1476702/ The excitement bubbled under my skin as I glided through themoonlit halls of the palace. The summer night was warm and the white curtainsfluttered faintly in some unclaimed breeze at the opened windows. I am off to see my prince.     &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1476701/ Tree tops burning, crisp colours of crimson and gold, slowly melt,dripping leavesspin lazy circles to the ground and the the mound of rotting corpses. What say you, trees? With burning colours bright,Of you endless phoenix cycleof fiery death and rebirth? Do you ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1476396/ I walk along the narrow sidewalk glazed with fresh fallen snowand admire the trails of they that walked before There are dragging steps and running steps and careful steps placing one sharp toed heel before another And I wonder where they were going They .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1476388/ Come outside, my child, my childThe sky is burning over the wilds The clouds are ablaze in bright coloured huesAlways, forever and only for you. The stars will be out soon, my child, my childWith their satin blue veil to stretch over miles But some, they were lost and fell from the sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1476348/ Tears of PetalsFallingone by onedrop by dropdrip, dripping IVwithering awaywilting rosesuntil nothing remainsbut brittle black petalsand death gray handsas winter, with gnashing teeth,sinks in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1476341/ There once was a girlnamed Trudy McGeeWho burst into tearsthe day she turned threeShe cried becausethe cake wasn't blue,She cried becauseIt fell on her shoesShe cried becauseher hat wouldn't sit rightShe cried becauseher dress was too tightAnd on top of it allThey all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1476340/ He'd come to her before the lightThe reigning of the FaeGrey mist between both day and nightWhen fair folk come to playBeneath the blooming hawthorn treeHe'd sing her lullabieswith hair as black as deepest seaWith green as emerald eyesAnd from her sill, she'd strain to hear,Wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mizar89/1476338/