Maeglin-Amandil

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Bowyer by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Bowyer

I remain in awe Of that queer talent of yours Which you wield through Withering fingers As the latest veil folds To shatter And once again you melt All the world into emptiness Hollowing my heart To plant the dying grasses Of our next battlefield Foundations lain by your Singular will without Restraint to seal the doors To this perdition Where we stand to face One another, on this plain Of your creation Where the lights begin to Flicker and splutter So far from the chandlery We shall have skirmish By mere moonlight Though we both thrive in Shadows, where we might Indulge our arts, unseen Bowing heads as you weave The final string, of your Bow

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Blood-Dreaming by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Blood-Dreaming

Quivering, behind the eyes I moisten cracking lips Taste the stagnant smoke Rolling across my face Painting lashes torpid Darting, left to right Does it rest? Are they still? Single, shallow breath Yet, they revolve What a delightful tremor Rippling, quickening eupnoea Before sullen countenance Those voices resile freely Gazes unmet, hauling Resisting the drag That tidal tug outward Think of the face Within reticent heart Ardour blossoms Wordless invocation Of his spirit: a benediction Sustenance for the taciturn Expression still enduring Attendant dynamism Absconding, a slow flight The dream commences Overcome with bitterness Shaking awak

Glance Across A Waiting Room by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Glance Across A Waiting Room

Distant speech Volley released Seeking purchase Crashing and falling Clutching fragments They drip across the floor Rolling, slipping away Cradled, lacerated No farewell, catch Another piece That shot got me Deep, right here Trace along the skin Grasp, twist, clawing out Not a sound Stoic face Speak the words, just As always, never Reveal your hand Turn around, only One step now They’re blind Pass the corner Let them drop Clinking against the Paving stones Dust, nothing more Pressure the tear Hold it closed Gone, Empty Unfit for bursting Dribbling, really Better that way Lean back for But a moment It’s easier to Wait

Touch of Dusk by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Touch of Dusk

Dusk has always kissed Me tenderly as it falls Fingertips dragging away The light to call the Mourning, whence comes Little but the stirring Irritation of lightless flame Setting cold hearts Ablaze with longing As skin gathers below In waxen rivers running Still into shallow pools Thus I bear the mask Such that my body Is never bare to those Whose eyes see little But what is too low For the poet to touch Whose blood is bound In flesh, whose tongues Serve to bind and fail To open the doors which Connect such fragility as We to something of Permanence, for which Yearning rules from Within and yet which Cannot be touched Save but caressed in Sh

When Will It Rest? by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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When Will It Rest?

When will it rest That black, bloated heart Straining itself further With each and every Shudder, as it exhausts To sustain, perpetuate This semblance An illusion of possibility An unmade promise Of potential, of what Might one day be Which is overturned In shallow water Stifled beneath a Flimsy, crackling skin The ever-present Catching in the breath Malfocused eye Clenching in the chest They sing, though their Voices, a dirge Foretelling what has always Been know Loose convictions, broken Pacts - this tower Comes tumbling down

It Sleeps Gently by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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It Sleeps Gently

It sleeps gently My history Turning in its slumber To caress me Bite into my flesh With fragmented nails Until it riddles my Face with scars Time alone cannot Heal, though agony Uses them as a door Creeping through with Closed chapters Opening wounds only Lightly mended Reminding me They will never leave Me alone, always Simmering beneath The surface Doubt, though in what? The wellspring of These manifold fears Wracking, rallying They protest my Every desire, bury That miniscule droplet Of faith Drowning it in red Evisceratory It scrapes, catching The edges, a gasp Repeating those words As mantra, prayer It's over, dealt with Yet it refuses

Stumbling by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Stumbling

Spirals coiling upon themselves Tightening together, fixed They pull at the stitches Unpicking the atrophied flesh Letting that ache flood out To brush against the longing Which has poured away Tranquillity, leaving only the mundane Tepid, lukewarm and lethargic A wall built to hide from hunger Though the stones, grey, heavy Lifeless, cannot speak As ice cannot hold still All things moving And the unstoppable Only grows faster with time Like falling endlessly Into the nightmare whence Comes desires only sleepers Can speak of without Feeling such infinite loss At something which was Never once found

Melody by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Melody

It claws at the hollow point At the base of my skull That voice of yours and Its shivering melody so entrenched Throughout my spirit Those whispers, the things that you say They make my eyes roll back And my arms fall limp As I shudder to hear you breathing Into my ear as your words wind Around my neck, hoisting me up Holding me close to you Tightly until my chest falls still All the breath drawn from within Your influence, how it pulls me Dividing my mind, rending attention Hiding, begging me to seek it It corners me, bubbling up from within Stopping that infernal hammering inside Pushing me to the earth Slicing into those flaps of skin Le

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Bowyer by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Blood-Dreaming

Glance Across A Waiting Room by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Glance Across A Waiting Room

Touch of Dusk by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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It Sleeps Gently by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Melody by Maeglin-Amandil, literature

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Melody

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Artist // Student // Literature

Apr 9
United Kingdom
Deviant for 16 years
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I am Maeglin Amandil:

First Enchanter, Vampyre Lord, Arcanist, Caster, Sorcerer, First Wizard, Dark Elf, High Lord, Black Magician, Priest of Lolth, Seeker of Truth, Confessor, Royal Advisor, Jedi Master, Sith Lord, Charmed One, White Wizard, Planeswalker, Super Hero, Super Villain, Summoner, Vayash Moru, Werewolf, Shadow Person, Dragon, Warlock, Swordmage, Undead, Lych, Mage, Druid, Shaman, Wyvern, Gryphon Rider, Reaper of the World, Guardian, Protector, Slayer, Murderer, Enlightened One, Psychic, Mind Reader, Seer, Weaver, Shaper, Dragon Born, Eladrin, Shadar Kai, Necromancer, Assassin, Teleporter, Diviner, Invoker, Elementalist, Mord-Sith, Mesmer, Kalashtar, Warforged, Godchild, Spellwright,
and a person!

Care to disagree?

Current Residence: Somewhere in my imaginaton, I think I just passed Wit's End,
Favourite genre of music: Classical and Whatever Else,
Favourite photographer: Camera man!!!!!!!!
Favourite style of art: Manga, Realism, Digital,
Operating System: PC: Windows XP,
MP3 player of choice: iPod Shuffle
Wallpaper of choice: Games and TV,
Favourite cartoon character: Storm, Ed Elric, Ryuk, Remu,
Personal Quote: In darkness there is oppitunity

Favourite Visual Artist

My friends and I, SHAZY, Da Vinci, Michelangelo,

Favourite Movies

The Prince of Egypt, Hercules, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Matrix, Memento, A Streetcar Named Desire

Favourite TV Shows

Legend of the Seeker, Charmed, Alphas, Teen Wolf, Borgias, Game of Thrones,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Nightwish, Lady Gaga, Lindsey Stirling, Adele, Alexander Rybak, Jena Lee, Peter Hollens, Voltaire

Favourite Books

The Republic, The Prince, Hamlet, A Streetcar Named Desire, Spellwright, The Lord of the Rings,

Favourite Writers

R. A. Salvatore, Trudi Canavan, Plato, Machiavelli, Blake Charlton, Tolkein,

Favourite Games

NWN, NWN2, Guild Wars, Dragon Age, Oblivion, Skyrim, The Sims 3, Mass Effect

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC, X-BOX, Wii

Tools of the Trade

Hands, Mind, IMAGINATION, Laptop

Other Interests

Drow, Magic, The Arcane, Gaming, Art, Writing, World Building, Dungeons and Dragons, People, Conlanging

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Maeglin-Amandil

Jul 29, 2012

A New Journal

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I have started a new journal, a music journal! Inside, I intend to reflect on the music I listen to, both lyrical and instrumental. For lyrical stuff, I write my favourite lyrics, and then reflect upon what I think the message of the song is and any ideas it gives me to think about. For instrumental stuff, I listen to it over and over again, writing the scene which unfolds in my head. I hope to get some kickass inspiration and such. Might post some of my writings here :)

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Maeglin-Amandil

Jul 22, 2012

Summer

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Okay, so summer is here and the schools are out for the next six weeks. Which means I have to be around more members of my family. Fun :P And now I really need to get on with some bloody writing. Stop wasting my life ¬.¬ Okay, I shall start now :P

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Maeglin-Amandil

Jul 2, 2012

Words From the Windmill

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This weekend, I went to the Tower Windmill in Norfolk, a few miles in land from Brancaster Beach. I did the same last year, for the weekend was a trip run by the creative writing group at my college, which involves spending a whole weekend in a beautiful place, doing some workshops and producing some really good writing and just generally having a good time. I went with many of the same people who went last year, as well as a group of new additions, including a rather special individual whose presence both made and broke my time there, though without him there, things would definitely have been far far worse. Well, as my account might suggest