The Spiller Anthologies

The Hunter and The Mage

Fri, 24 May 2013 23:05:58 +0100

Sitting atop of the Orgrimmar bank was where we had all our best conversations. You’d show me your latest talent point trick while I’d cook up the grub with bonus points for the fights. A day spent well, a day spent in battle. Marching with allies, slaying our enemies; there was always solidarity with our crusades. The three, the trusted three, strong and wilful, devious and clever, we’ve spent years honing our skills. Discussion of tactics a daily ritual, vulgar displays of power and a penchant for duelling; these were the things that carved our days.

But this was only the shape of things, the structure begging for content… A building with no furniture is simply not a home. It was they who filled the void of my house, they who stood by me in battles of game, tales of fiction and the truth of reality. We struggled on screen as we struggled in life but we always stood together. But among the many, there were the three. The warlock cursed by destruction, the mage distracted by glimmers and I, the hunter hiding behind my mail. Enemies feared the warlock and the fires he caused, resented the mage for his icy extremes and tried to hide from the hunter with her arrows of fear. There were many jokes among them, bets of who was the strongest, who was the bait and who was the leader. A peculiar group to come across all liked to fight from a distance and the hunter had never carried a fondness for mages. Arathi was a sun dance for them and they did not fear the Valley, many did and many died, but what held them together and kept them standing were the bonds they’d created. Warriors need comrades, a man to die for them, a man to save them and sometimes, simply, a man to laugh with them. In each other they found this and in each other they had pledged.

But my hunter’s mail was not my only protection. Through countless adventures and endless horrors the mage has stood by the side of the huntress. It is he who brings the laughter to her lungs and filled her sorrows with joy. When all days were ended, all battles were fought, we’d retire together to the roof of Orgrimmar bank and play with the treasures we’d claimed. Longer and deeper, until we had spoken of all our secrets and nights turned to days in the rise of the crook and flail. The hunter trusted that mage with all her of soul, unguarded for once, and I’ll never forget those hazy days we blazed away in the sole company of “us”.

Even now in my present, when all the armour can do is gather more dust and the spells of the mage have long since died out, the memory does not tarnish and rust like the trophies of our youth. I hold these days captive inside, my favourite relic of that tale. Many paths have torn us asunder and we no longer share anecdotes from our journeys and the laughter has become a distant silence. But despite the change, the inevitable turning of the globe, he remains unchanged, the only the mage the hunter ever liked.

Once a week I replace my bloodWith the sweetest of breathsTaking time to inhale serenityExhaling all...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:43:00 +0100

Once a week I replace my blood
With the sweetest of breaths
Taking time to inhale serenity
Exhaling all the tension of the day
I swim in waters enriched by hope
And lay on the shore of golden faith
The subtle fragrance of salvation near by
Their tendrils tease and ease my pain
Caressing my worries with the softest of scents
With my gaze turning inward I look to the light
And pray for the strength to be good to others
With the power I gain from being good to myself.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 20:57:34 +0100

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I DON’T KNOW AND I DON’T LIKE IT

MODERN CARS SUCK

THEY LOOK LIKE BUBBLES

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I HATE MODERN CARS SO MUCH

THEY’RE ALL PEASANTS

AND THE 67 CHEVY IMPALA IS QUEEN

SPN fandom…. u ok?

The Castiel gif makes this.

Photo

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:54:22 +0100

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Mon, 20 May 2013 08:49:25 +0100

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LOTR

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 21:53:39 +0100

Had to change my avatar because my Lord of the Rings leggings arrived.

colourofdistantlove: The same old lines. i wish to swim deep,In your eyes. Oceans, seas to...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 13:24:24 +0100

colourofdistantlove:

The same old lines.

i wish to swim deep,
In your eyes.

Oceans, seas to sail,
Loving you.

I’ll take the plunge,
If you’ll dive too.

Wish I’d written this for my Liam. He is the best person I’ve ever met and the best friend and lover I’ve ever known.

Dreaming...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 12:37:43 +0100

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Another little bit inspired by a promt from new2bitterness

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 12:21:57 +0100

I wrote him a poem,
An ode and a letter.
I spoke of my heart
And the packages wrapped
And all labelled for him
All saved for my love.
He responded with poison,
And then venom and spite.
He set my heart on fire
And rose from my ashes.

being used or going back and forth with a guy on again off again and he makes all the rules

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 12:06:39 +0100

Hey there! I have finally gotten round to responding to this prompt. Thank you very much for it as it was rather challenging. I’ve written a lot of poems and prose about an ex who was very mistreating of me, so to write something fresh from this perspective was interesting :) so thank you very much! Hope it lives up to your expectations xxx

There’s a circle with my name on it
And a bruise from his fist.
There’s a bed with our blood pooling on it
And a patch wet from tears.
For hours he fucked me
Digging deep beneath skin
Preying on innocence
Preying on guilt.
For hours he watched me
Trembling and wimpering
But loyal to pain
And loyal to him.

There’s a new girl with smiles
And luscious blonde hair
There’s a new place for me
And a sad, wilted heart.
For days he ignored me
Tortured me loveless
Thrusting inside me
And then straight into her.
For days he would please her
And call her sweet names
Push me into the wind
And leave me to ashes
Leave me to dust.

There’s a list of his rules
Brazened deep in my heart
There’s a knife for an answer
When I step out of line.
For weeks I would beg him
For a moment of peace
Pleading for solace
I know comes from his hold.
For weeks he would laugh
At this toy he had broken
Not sorry for me
Just glad for his pride.

There’s a sharp edge that follows
Every sweet, suckled kiss
There’s a razor that cuts me
With every line that he draws.
For months I’ve been burning
My skin feels like melting
And my nerve endings shot
Al alone in this grip
For months I’ve been chasing
I run round in circles
And scream out to him
My heart and my soul… my old, damaged prince.

There’s no fairy tale ending
For me and my dreams
There’s no single salvation
For this broke, battered shell.
For years I’ve been fading
Forgetting all of my names
Losing my senses
And becoming emptier still.
For years he’s been winning
And there’s one thing I know
I’ll stay here forever
I’ll stay ‘till I die.

First of the 'Prompt Poems'

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 12:06:22 +0100

Fairytales-and-dreams sent me the prompt of: ‘The flowers of spring had arrived,…’ Which sounded lovely and pretty, but me…. I managed to bring down the gloom!! Haha!!

The flowers of spring had arrived
Vibrant and glorious, they mock me
Joyous in their carbon breath
They sing sweet songs to sadden me
Whisper worse words to ‘woe is me’
It was here that we skipped,
And it was here that we lay
She’d weave her fingers through my hair
And plant her kisses on my brow
I come to fields to remember her
Sit within blades to see her smile
Behind my eyes her memory plays
Dancing in sunlight, gold as her hair
But these moments have faded
Soon the remnants will slide
Slip away like her life
Everyone’s happy with the coming of Spring
But for me it’s the time where I remember her death.

Prompts!

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 11:56:12 +0100

Many thanks to those you have sent me some prompts for poems! Much appreciated. I am looking forward to finishing work at the sweet shop and going home to write you lovely people some poems :) thank you!!

I am struggling for poetic inspiration. Does anyone want to send a random thought, sentence or just...

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 11:53:07 +0100

I am struggling for poetic inspiration. Does anyone want to send a random thought, sentence or just a word to my ask box as a prompt and I will write you a personal poem :)

Asks!

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 17:19:18 +0100

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Demons.

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 17:06:40 +0100

They take my words one by one
And replace them with fears
One by one

They march me down a broken path
And empty me of dreams
One by one

They strap me down for hours on end
Flaying and whipping my strength away
Darker and deeper within the evil grows
Scourging out my righteousness
Devouring all my pride
Replacing bones with venom
Turning blood into bile
And love into hate

They teach me how to tell vicious lies
Guiding and crafting this beast within me
Harder and nastier my face becomes
Embittering all I once loved
Poisoning all my hope
Discarding mercy, compassion
Changing truth into rage
And love into hate

I walk the streets of a blackened night
Searching for the innocent,
Feasting on their hearts
One by one.

I laugh at their frightened terrors
Haunting their waking dreams
Destroying their hopes
One by one.

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Wed, 10 Apr 2013 15:58:43 +0100

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Love isn’t about fucking each otherat any opportunity. It also isn’t about how many monthsor...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 18:44:37 +0100

Love isn’t about
fucking each other
at any opportunity.

It also isn’t about
how many months
or years
that you’ve been together.

To me,
love is about
being able to see light
inside of the person
who knows nothing
but darkness.

My sentiments exactly.

Restless…. It’s just a precursor for all the dreams I long to have.Shifting...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 11:48:56 +0100

Restless…. It’s just a precursor for all the dreams I long to have.
Shifting unsettled…. It’s all just another reason that I cannot succumb.
There’s no comfort here in these linens and blankets
There’s no solace I’ll find in our history.

Broken webs that dangle adrift
This blackness a void and it’s spiralling deep
I cannot succumb and I will not give in
I’m begging for rest and I plead with his wings
Land me back gently, kiss me into night…

But tossed are my fancies and my groin is still trembling.
Fantasy faded as I screamed with fake joy.
I thought a release would soothe inner itches
But their scratches were deep
And I’m just lying here decimated.

Sullen and lowly, I’m not in a grip
Of the dominion of truth.

Reailty’s fallen on the back of your door
Lost to obivions whirled up from hate
Bitter and anxious I lie here awake.
I’m in the grasp of a temptress, she’s Vile and Spite
Babylonian Whore, she’s begging for more
Legs parted wide, she’s seeping with lust
It pours down on to me like some poisonous bile
It’s sticks in my eyes and it’s choked in my throat
Breathing’s too hard and my lungs feel like acid
I know that I’m drowning in my own pit of rage

Chained and unwilling to raise my own head
Caught in this madness you left in your wake

Smoke’s my reprise that helps elevation
Holding my hand in the dark when I’m scared
Joking and taunting when I can’t get it straight.

His scent doesn’t linger and I’m stuck with desire
Moaning and ripping from my insides to out
Placed them on shelves in a row for display
Depict and examine until nothing is pure

It’s all been reduced to ashen old lies

Trials and tales that tell me nothing of truth

Just twisted sad words that don’t make sense….

Just something I’m working one… This would be the introduction to these two...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 11:43:28 +0100

Just something I’m working one… This would be the introduction to these two characters…. I’m sure there is more to come…

As he pushes everything from the table top in utter rage, glasses and plates crashing to the floor, he realises he can’t remember how all of this started. He knows he is angry and believes in his convictions, but he cannot remember why. Once the reason, the catalyst, has been planted deep inside, it slowly spreads throughout him like coursing venom. Infecting and twisting all the parts he had protected. Slowly, the colours fade and the words lose meaning, until all there is in the sound. That repetitive, gnawing sound inside his brain, scratching and clawing. He has to scream to get it out, he has to fight to release it and it’s always when he fights with her.

He looks across the table at her face, wet with tears and full of shock. He hates to see her look of dismay. But once again, there it is, hanging on her face like a twisted Bacon painting. For a moment he feels sad, almost sorry, but once again, he loses sight of the reasons why. All he can feel is irritation. The scratching becomes louder and his head begins to throb. Again, he is screaming, cursing and breaking. She stands silent and shaking watching him melt. It used to be once in a while, but now it happens every day. He can’t break the cycle and she can’t break away.

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