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My heart beats to the rhythm of my life. The metronome tones of low blows; And joys that run like tickertape Through heated veins to tease the soul. A ticking shield against grief’s reaching hand from darkened hood That quenches passions heat with tears flood. My heart beats to the rhythm of my life. A shifting beat to a dance whose steps Drift unknown through daily lives. A never idle step that marks Slow trickle of sand through Unobtainable glass. It is life and passion’s call And fine filigree that fractures with loves pall. My heart beats to the rhythm of my life. From first dim dawning to fragile sunset in Ungentle night. T

This is the crooked man and he has crooked teeth, He lives in twisted alleyways and makes meals of every thief. His walk is like the profane undead, his breath is like a miser, If you ask him any questions, you will be quite none the wiser. He speaks in every language, until they all sound the same, A confusing malady of tongue and mind that infects all till insane. The streets are wrong while his face is right, For neither face the same direction. His feet are bent and legs are bowed, He brings a crazed infection. His step is shaky as his every thought; a polka of the mind, Don’t step to close or take his hand or your feet its steps

The ballroom was filled with the gathering Lord Darlington had thrown for his nearest and dearest, which meant all the nobility in London that didn't reside in Cheapside of course. It gleamed with gold leaf and the finest examples of modern decoration and architecture in this industrial century. Newly built as a symbol of his money and long family history and service to Queen Victoria. To most it was a symbol of the power of the advancing British Empire, to some it was simply gaudy. Lottie just wondered if it was a matter of perspective. Couples danced in sets in the centre of the room watched on by others, and tucked away in one corner Lott

With lust all sins are desired. With gluttony all sins are consumed. With avarice all sins are gathered. With pride display sins as riches. With envy others sins are stolen. With sloth all sins are lost. With wrath are other sins destroyed.

The staff was heavy in his hands as Seth shifted his stance. The weapon held loosely at his side, body twisted to keep it point out towards his target, Kahi. The energy in his muscles was palpable as he waited there, a simple smile on his face as he watched her acrobatics. Their fighting styles were quite different, he focused on defense and using openings given to him as even the strongest sagged before him; Kahi was all attack. Her speed was close to rivalling his own in this form, and her grace was unmatched by any other. He would never admit it, could never admit it, but she was truly an opponent he had to be careful to fight. Seth&rsquo