Το τραγούδι είναι φτιαγμένο από άνθρωπο για άνθρωπο. Κι όμως εκείνη το υποτιμά.
Category: Fairies and tails
I had said I daydream. Here is what I create while thinking.
Ιππότες με αργυρή πανοπλία
Τώρα που σε βλέπεις στο γυαλί, ιππότη, ποια πανοπλία θα προτιμήσεις;
Metal in her knuckles
Hi! I am Mademoiselle FANTASY and this Fantastic Sunday I will be writing a miniature story, or one-shots.Today, I was inspired by the song "Mercury," by the artist Sleeping At Last. Listen here. [Listen to the song while reading for creating the perfect atmosphere] In the science of chemistry, metal is nothing more than a… Continue reading Metal in her knuckles
Black And White Arguements
Christmas... oh what a season to be jolly indeed.
Destruction and the Sun (MY FIRST POEM!)
It all starts with the Sun.
Collosial, chaotic, explosive; an attack we can't outrun
-destruction just begun-
Men Are Scarier Than Monsters.
Horror is a part of tradition. It teaches and entertains. It reveals all the undercover fears of men and women in a every place and every time. It prepares the young for something much more real and, therefore, much more frightening...
From The Heart
There's a general perception of musicians, especially singers... a stereotype of some sort; they sing from the heart. And for the most part it's true. Musicians do sing from the heart, for the heart, to the heart.
Gold or Silver?
Crowns, jewels, thrones, precious metals, crystals, luxurious fabrics, spices and gold... what is the meaning of all of these? Why gather them? Treasure them? Keep them in a safe, or flaunt them to the world? They have no set-value. Or maybe they do...
A voicemail from G.
"Alert! Ongoing homocide. Corner Jenkyn's and Samuel's. Offender: about 6'1, black hoodie. Identity unknown. He's running away. Officers Willow, Hunter, Roberts pursue him. More units required. I repeat. Ongoing homocide. Jenkyn's and Samuel's. Units required."
The Golden Flute Player
Half an hour after midnight, a deserted neighbourhood, a closed pub, a lonely man drinking right outside and the sounds of a flute. The music is coming from inside the pub. It's haunting and scary, yet melodic and rhythmic, soothing. The man needs to hear of a sooting sound, to feel the peace and structure of an instrument desinged to perfection, only to bring out harmony in a flawless execution, as the one heard now.
Mademoiselle FANTASY 