Acquiesced through silent passion An honest heart’s embrace Stoking the embers lying ashen A shadow too strong to face Regardless of a flame so strong Fickle time does not remain Condemning these feelings to prolong I find myself enchained Blessed indifference may lie ahead And darkness approaches near But I stay to sleep in that bed For those embers I so endear

Prompt: How does the character(s) relationship to the past contribute to the work as a whole? ********************************* Woven rhythmically in a perpetual dance, life begins with a single thread and ends with a web, no one bearing likeness to another—yet in man it is also a serpent that sheds and is reborn. Unlike the web, the serpent is always there, feeding on the darkness in men’s hearts, and whispering in his e...

The car slowed to a halt, and with a lumbering movement, I glanced up, weary and confused. I was young and could not fend sleep during the trip. Walking with my family amidst the autumn foliage, my attention became fixed on crushing the gnarled leaves sprawled about the ground. Eager for fresh prey, I looked up, finding instead, a trove of ornate buildings to capture my fleeting attention, and a friendly welcome as I was...