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and i have decided to create a newer account to post what i call The Old Young Man project. it started with me writing a simple general poem about a so-called man, when i realised after creating a sequel that i could develop a great saga out of it.Newest
11 - BraveThe Old Young Man woke up, This morning after a peaceful night. The Moon was generous in its offerings.11 - Brave
The Hunter was looking for the stars hanging above the Statue's head.
The thorns were deeply rooted in his skin.
He knows that when they retract, he will lose far too much blood.
He knows that when the stars come back, the Statue's skin will harden.
He is doomed to forever discover new grounds. He had only seen, until now, the thinnest outlines.
by ~CharlieWriter
10 - Hell of Flora"Allow me to retell the strange, intriguing encounter of the Old Young Man at his home, with a menacing entity that would retrace the line of his life forever."10 - Hell of Flora
Upon the stench of rot pulsating through the weeks of his return to his shelter, arose the questions concerning the health of his heart. Uncovered, how could the heart of the Old Young Man survive at the open of any attack, locust swarm, plague-bearers' infestation? The Old Young Man bled along the way, leaving a crimson trail behind him, before him, all through and upon him, and growths would mark their presence everywhere on that track. Prudence had reached for the hunt
by ~CharlieWriter
09 - The Darkest Quiet NightOnce again the Old Young Man stepped back Renounced on a grandiose plan For fear of losing that which cannot be found Once again, had he given up on an insane plot Advised by his son, his shadow, Faust.09 - The Darkest Quiet Night
A gust of soft icy wind swayed his grey hair And a slight ray of sunlight broke through the dark clouds Suddenly had toned down the wrath of the silver waters While the wind stopped its violent battery of howlings and spears It would only caress and whisper to the skin of Therion.
Up under the veil, the stars shone once more Only to the eyes of the Old Young Man. &
by ~CharlieWriter
08 - The Dagger Conspiracy"Of all promises there was but one I had not hidden For I have shed more than one tear For every year that goes by, so swift When I know I still have not found The one true and hidden way To bind my body to the Immortal Earth To complete this dreary cycle And open that in which I install my transcendence... In which I establish my relationship with the infinite..."08 - The Dagger Conspiracy
The waves rocked the ship heavily And the Old Young Man held on to the ledge His scarred arms held on tight He breathed in deeply When a stone shore appeared Afar in great grey mists &n
by ~CharlieWriter
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