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The Fella: A Halloween TaleOne All-Hallow's-Eve so dreary, I did homework, bored and weary,
Over many a heavy volume of biology and lore
While I studied, still and sleepy, I felt a presence, close and creepy
As if someone had come to greet me, greet me sitting at my chore
"'Tis just a dream," I muttered, "So sleepy and about to snore –
Only this and nothing more."

But a devil-beast appearing in my work soon interfering,
Straight it wheeled my desk chair in front of laptop and Explorer
Then upon the cushion sinking, Fe'la betook himself to linking
Webpage unto webpage, winking as he led me to procrastination's door –
Will this fiend so cos

Holding DeathHolding Death

I held death today.
It wasn’t so black or dark, it was just
Heavy.

Five chances at it;
Five spurts of dirt snake their way up the embankment.
I feel lightning ricochet through my bones
And thunder cracking, dimly, through the headset, fading off in a little trail,
A wisp of whitish smoke.

My aim is good
But too much awe grips me
Because I have learned the art of taking life.

The scent of clover beneath my feet,
Bees bumbling into my goggles and tiny insects of sweat
Crawl down my spine.
I squeeze my lids shut and suddenly glimpse
A frail gilded hummingbird,
Its beauty matched only by its futile
Frantic bea

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For *Rezzan's mini-contest.

Just kinda playing around. My idea was to make the last thing you see as you're dying. The world spins around you and everything blurs as you sink to the ground. Those top few branches on the tree with the sunset behind them, how strange that you can only focus on them. They're the last thing you see in those last few seconds.

And then the sunset fades to night.

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~Nimphaiwe Dec 17, 2009 Student Traditional Artist

Ooh, that's really cool. I love the concept.

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~Professor-Kirby Dec 18, 2009 Hobbyist Photographer

Thanks! ^^

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`RezzanAtakol Dec 17, 2009

Thank u dear for interesting

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Awesome colours u used on this work

It ll be on my journal a few minutes

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~Professor-Kirby Dec 17, 2009 Hobbyist Photographer

Thanks! Glad you like it ^^

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`RezzanAtakol Dec 17, 2009

Good luck dear, it is just a big pleasure for me

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~IronOla Dec 17, 2009

thats sad damnit but a really good idea. was this a natural sunset?

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~Professor-Kirby Dec 17, 2009 Hobbyist Photographer

No, just an edit of a photo. But thanks ^^

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