AlbinoFierce, the impending snowAlbino by TheAurelian
The storm notwithstanding.
It's the cold itself, and the white
The white of a thousand frozen tears
And fears, in the blistering wind.
You have pearls in your eyes
Can you only see white?
Fragrant, the vast velvet blooms
Of a forgotten Southern flower.
It is light itself, forgotten fire
A fire in the dead of night,
The white of our gathered prayers.
You have petals on your eyes
Can you see only white?
Soft, the aged love-worn lace
That shivers against your throat.
It's butterfly-frail, eternally fragile
The sound of crystal in a dark room,
The doom of a life unveiled.
You have blood in your eyes.
Can you see at all?
Superstition 1I was a youth setting out in the field of newfangled botchery of superstition. That is to say, the correcting of baseless and useless beliefs of the common folk that are so strange and sullying as to be considered harmful. I was able to convince Professor Daughtry that such was an admirable work, as I would be resolving centuries of confusion and willing ignorance. He encouraged me, telling me to first travel to distant Transylvania, to the deepest darkest provinces of the human existence. He always had a way of putting things so that whatever was his address that particular day seemed intriguing enough to prompt investigation. He would furthermore buy my train ticket. His only concession was that he need not accompany me.Superstition 1 by TheAurelian
From the moment I boarded the first train I was filled with an irresistible self-righteousness, as are most embarking on folly with childish ideas. I was certain that my learning and English standing would be enough to convince even the most mad Gypsy of the truth of