http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ayra%20Vero%20Luccan The original writings of author Ria Benthil en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776019015 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 wheeltheredbarreltotheedgeofheavensbluff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/958819/ PART I: Enter the Lands of Brass Standing on the lands of brass, Vero feels the blades penetrate the arch of her foot.  Its copper bindings twist into her skin as ventriloquist masters. 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Do you not agree?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/647209/ my little purple panther... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/645859/ Embrace the embers of the winter shade; harvest the liquid amber from our famished sun drained by the livid miasma.  Compel us to the lament of the phoenix;a frail one of the mysticsbetrothed to my mistresshanging from our dweller.Birth my feathers over o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/644875/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/644874/ The grate is what the blind see... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/643820/ Insomniac dream... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/642118/ Open the purple lotus... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/642046/ The offspring of green madness... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/641985/ MartyrPaint a portrait of the rain within the martyr.Coat yourself with acrylicsupon my windowpaneas the cadence of your breathdim into a stifled greywith the caress of cold sweat.Find my waxen mime, the idiotic mummerfaint as the spring sighunhinged by the gustthat war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/641343/ I was not sure what Genre to put it under, but give its somewhat explicit, Erotica seems close. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/641188/ "The Manmakers" appears as a silly riddle, and the technique is purposely poor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/639599/ Necromancer RomanceRelease the hanging emblemAcross the evening sunBathed in the seaward danceOf your graven romance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/639587/ The FountainMask me in the autumn spring;Breathe into our leafless embers Burning in the cluttering fadebehind the kiss of the raven. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/639578/ "Faithless Devotion" is a rare piece of my romantic poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayra-Vero-Luccan/639564/