RequiemYou did not die gracefully.Requiem by toska9
You did not go quietly into the night,
But kicked and screamed with all your might.
You fought against your setting sun,
Refusing to believe your life was done.
In your friends you were mistaken,
By your God you were forsaken.
No salvation, resurrection, redemption;
No everlasting comforting connection.
Your body ate itself from inside out
'til hope was gone beyond every doubt.
Yet still your head you would not bow;
To your inevitable fate kowtow.
You never once admitted you would die;
Never saw your life pass you by.
Death had to chase you, talons wide,
As from his clutches you did hide.
These words writ here, so very trite
Cannot convey your awful fight.
I miss you still.
How Owarell Met Incy(A StargateAtlantis Wraith-based Fanfic)How Owarell Met Incy by toska9
There was a young Wraith from Pegasus
Whose assets were really quite megasus.
His body was fine,
His lips were divine
And he truly had more than most of us.
This particular Wraith's name was Owarell.
When put to the test, you sure could tell
He was loyal and kind,
With an enquiring mind
And he proved to be true of heart as well.
Now our young Wraith was a dreamer,
A lover, a rake and a schemer.
He wanted to find
A Queen, one of a kind-
To court, woo, win and redeem her.
Owarell travelled all through the galaxy
'till he thought his quest was a fallacy.
He looked far and wide
In vain for his bride.
Obsession soon turned into malady.
Owarell hung his young head in despair
And cried out, "Is no Queen out there?
I only need one
That special someone
Whom I could worship, adore and take care."
There was a young woman from Earth
Who always was sure of her worth.
By Wraith she was taken,
Far from her home nation
When food for t
Eulogy for the Elegant Insultooo000oooEulogy for the Elegant Insult by toska9
Eulogy for the Elegant Insult
Ladies and Gentlemen, Dearest Readers:
It is with deep sadness and regret that we announce the passing of the Elegant Insult.
The Elegant Insult has been a prominent, although sometimes undervalued, figure in society for quite some time, wielding immense political and social influence at the height of its power. In its time, it has held the attention of kings and determined the outcome of wars.
Although having no verifiable date of birth, the first recorded appearances of the Elegant Insult date back to ancient Greek times, visible in the works of the poet Homer in the 9th century BC and the fabulist storyteller Aesop during the 6th century BC.
This early patronage of the Elegant Insult was popularised during classical Greek times by many eminent figures, including the tragedian Euripedes and the philosopher Plato during the 5th century BC.
The growing influence of the Elegant Insult then spread to the Roman Empire in the 1st ce
Degrees of Darknessooo000oooDegrees of Darkness by toska9
This is a story of how what is true became untrue; real became unreal; and dark became light. This is my story. Hear it if you will.
We live how we have always lived, in the way of those who came before us, in the same way since memory began.
Our people are not many but we are still more than a few. Perhaps several hundred in our clan alone and there are others. We keep mostly to ourselves. This is the way of our people, the way of all those before us. It keeps us safe.
We live in the Deep, where we hunt and gather for our needs. Sometimes we trade with other clans. But mostly, we remain alone.
My people have always lived in the Deep. It is fertile and provides us with food and water, and its folds and rifts keep us safe in the Dark. Outside, ringing the Deep on all sides, waits the Bright. The Bright is evil. It is inhabited by ghosts and
Goodbye "Goodbye," Jeff said. His laboured breathing was shallow and ragged. The blood had all been cleaned up, of course, but the mangled state of his visage was a constant reminder of what had happened. A deep gash ran along his forehead, and the bruises caused by his two black eyes took up half of his face.
He raised his arm slightly off of his dead legs, then let it drop with a small whimper of pain. It hurt just to see him in this state; I could only imagine what he was feeling. I shuddered at the thought of losing one leg, let alone both of them. But I'm not sure if he even knew that they were missing; they had been cut off just below the knee, and he was paralysed from the waist down. He couldn't even sit up to see them, he was so weak. Most of his ribs were broken, anyways, so the pain would probably have prevented him even if he'd had the
Exhale, AmaryllisMid-summer heatwave,
I push through humid air,
like dreams of swimming, graceful,
through the streets.
Chest aching, I
inhale heavy, tangible air
thick with scent of summer's bounty.
Honeysuckle vines tangle in my lungs,
perfume my breath.
My sighs exhale nectar
past my lips;
words glint in sunlight.
Berry brambles twist into my veins,
thorns prick for blood from inside-out;
honey-suckle oxidized breath,
painting white blossoms red:
My heart was a pure-white bloom once,
but I inhaled arrows of golden sunlight
and bled forth Amaryllis.