..."It is rather unfortunate that the reason of our meeting is often not the pleasantries of a miracle, but the inevitable massacre of a world's destruction. How nice would it have been, if we, who had lived eternities of surprises and human's lives, were to gather in the garden for the magnificent unhurried task of watching the changeable shift of the creek over the rocks and the soft whispers of their delight?

A wishful thinking for a creature that has multiplied its meaning of wishing, and turned it into a sensuous possibility, not too far in the future. Then yet again, what is "too log" for us?

Discarding my wandering but purposeful thoughts, I urge us to go back to yet another crises of the human world that has so selfishly gathered us all here - into the silent marveling of the these halls...

It is not surprising, the manner of which he spoke, for they really appeared to have had millions of eternities, even if they were not immortal in the brutal, primal sense of the word. It could not be forgotten that they've had seen this over and over again. during the millennia and another breakdown for humanity must have been like another sand dune shifting under the strain of the wind."...

I wondered what to put here for starters and that popped into my mind. Not very sane, mind you, but since when does that stops anyone? Also, it's mine :)

Yours: I passionate reader ;)

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

Dreams by Scott Fitzdgerald

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"Dreams
What are dreams?
Moments etched in time
Swept in strokes on twilight canvases
Vast as the cosmos
Quiet lullabies echoing through the purple dawn
Dreams
Farthest reaches of imagination, fulfilled
Endlessly evolving
Hidden
Leaps and bounds
Hidden beauty in unexpected places
Sculptures of perfect imperfections
These are dreams
Sublime journeys beyond the extraordinary
Sad shadows of requiems long ago
Forms and formlessness
Textures that radiate cascading visions and colorful sounds
Dreams that shimmer between wishes and stars
Mystery
Majesty
Transcendently soar
Through infinite possibilities"

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire

Some say in ice,

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire

But if it had to perish twice

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice is also great

And would suffice

(-Robert Frost-)

In Remembrance:
In Remembrance to Severus Snape,
A Slytherin who died like a Gryffindor,

In Remembrance to Fred Weasley,
Who fought bravely to the very end,
And whose jokes will forever brighten his other half,
And will loyally await his soul mate and brother,
With many jokes,
He's got forever to think of them, right?

In Remembrance to Dobby,
Who was more free and full of love,
Than any elf, and most humans.

In Remembrance to Remus J. Lupin,
The last real Marauder,
Who was not just a wonderful father,
An incredible husband and a brave hero,
As well as an awesome warewolf,

In Remembrance to Nymphadora Tonks,
Who died for the greater good,
And would probably hex me for calling her Nymphadora,

In Remembrance to Alastair 'Mad Eye' Moody,
Who's motto 'Constance Vigilance' kept him alive,

In Remembrance to Tom Marvolo Riddle, A.K.A Voldemort,
Who was pretty cool and cute when he was younger,
But who got his ass kicked thoroughly in the end,

In Remembrance to Albus Dumbledore,
Whose past and wisdom confused us,
Whose seeming betrayal shocked us,
But who actually turned out to be an okay guy in the end,

In Remembrance to Bellatrix Lestrange,
Because it was awesome how Molly Weasley got her with the Avada Kedavra,
She deserved everything she got in the end,

In Remembrance to Colin Creevey,
Who we really didn't know too well,
But took a lot of pictures and died fighting in the war,
So he must've done something good...
Besides stalking Harry,

In Remembrance to Hedwig,
Harry's first real friend,
Who lived and died soaring.