Alixzandra Wiseman
Stories (114/0)
Elemental Well
Down the spiralling staircase I walk, each step a reminder of more elegant times but this staircase is hidden within moss and vines as each step has come a slippery hazard while this structure of elegance is forgotten within the mists of a forbidden forest, cocoon within this haunting view were only the bravest may step, this place of bricks and mortar held together lock in this moment of forgotten values, void of any try modern elements and yet it holds so much mystery of the past.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
Picture Being Alone
There is a tree that grows tall and strong in a mystical place were a mansion of Victorian style balances within the branches, where the trunk of the tree and little more than a ladder that's ever growing with the nature of the tree itself, but the mansion of an era of gothic glamour is nothing more than abandoned and run down.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
Slipping of Sands
Lets visit the eldest of us all, the eternal father, the keeper who watches that of slipping sands, he the keeper of time. Through the clock tower we drift our way, up dusty steps to find a man, smooth of face, yet his hair white as snow that drapes across his deep eyes that shine the light of a million wonders.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
And So I Ran
Tonight was meant to be so special, so wonderful, so sacred. I dressed my in my gothic glamourous uniform, a delicate sight of to be hold he who I desire, for I then walked down the street to the rock bar we had agreed to meet, but such cruel lies you spun, I was a fool not to see, or at least so I thought.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Poets