In a time long past, where echoes dwell,
Roamed a titan, as legends tell,
A dinosaur, grand and mighty,
In ancient forests, wild and sprightly.
Beneath a sky of primal blue,
Through ferns and trees, it thundered through,
Its scales like armor, rough and worn,
A relic of an age unborn.
Eyes like amber, sharp and bright,
Surveyed the world from dawn to night,
A crest upon its noble brow,
A crown of ages, here and now.
It roamed the plains, both fierce and free,
A guardian of an earth-born sea,
Through swamps and jungles, vast and green,
A living myth, a primeval dream.
Yet time, the thief, did softly tread,
And laid to rest this giant’s head,
In stone and bone, its tale remains,
A whisper in the earth’s domains.
O dinosaur, in rock and lore,
Your spirit soars forevermore,
A testament to ancient days,
In fossil's hold, your story stays.
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Masquerade Party
At six feet seven inches tall and approximately two hundred fifty pounds, Samael presented an imposing figure when he walked into a room. His physical stature may be impressive, but his demeanor is the opposite. The shy, some might say, reclusive personality that he developed as a young boy followed him into manhood. His favorite job was crunching numbers in a quiet one man back office of a fiduciary firm. He was always polite, greeting his fellow workers with a “good morning” or “good afternoon” as he walked to the back of the office where his little hideaway was located, but never tried to engage in conversations.
By Mark Gagnon2 days ago in Horror
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Wow, it's so beautiful