Apologies for not updating for nearly a month. I've been super busy, and I'm currently procrastinating doing things by doing this. The last chapter was Marlene McKinnon! EbonyBlack135, the dragon and the rose, and Patronus12 correctly guessed it. Also, Youtoumii, to answer your question, I think we're in different time zones... Also, EmberskyofShadowclan and Splashpaw, I finally read Bramblestar's Storm. Now I need to get ahold of Blood of Olympus.
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This one was picked by EbonyBlack135. Thank you for picking this, I'm super proud of this one. Guess away!
The smell of parchment
And ink-smudged paper
Are mere marks by the artist.
Words come from her studious labor.
She works with the wind
And all that it brings-
The dying, the dead, the injured, the skinned,
The loved, the hated, the hero, the ill at ease.
They blow in like weeds
And she waters their stories
To grow as tall as the trees.
Famous for her work
And known somehow
She didn't realize what in the shadows lurked.
So to a lovely relative she lived
To introduce him to another.
The encounter would be grieved,
And soon he had gone back to his mother.
She works with the river
And all that it brings,
The selfish, the lost, the giver,
The generous, the thief, the found, the one who sings.
They flow downstream
To her pages
Where historically accurate they seem.
Documents for all the ages,
A glorious painter she was.
Until darker times set in
And hiding was a must.
A neighbor murdered in cold blood,
But soon safety made a reappearance.
Years passed without a flood.
But danger arose nonetheless,
An endless cycle of duress.
From Jerusalem to London,
Kiev to Sacramento,
They all knew that peace was done.
She made their knowledge grow
On the grisly subject.
When one day their world was wrecked,
The wretched and pitiful would sleep,
Invisibility sheltering the weak from harm,
A creature would come and reap
Her for different intentions.
Slashing throat and coiling tongue
And she was no more.
Deceiving the others,
Deceiving them poor.
She was no more.
But her work lives on,
And she is, in that sense, an immortal.