Letter From Taio by LovelyPoeticJustice, literature
Literature
Letter From Taio
Hello there! My name is Taiotoma Atsushi, or Taio. I'm writing to tell you about my school, Kagashima Academy!
I'll start with the basics, Kagashima is a Secondary school with a speciality in Art, Music and Drama, It's classed as an "Art's school". The Academy Itself owns around 10 Acres of Land, with the main school complex and other buildings dotted around. It's a nice place, Very spacious, and has lots of gardens and fields around the grounds.
The main Building is a two storey complex, with a third story in one part for the senior's and Teachers Lounge. There's also another large building for Recording and performing, which is on one sto
Once Long ago, in two lands, two towns where at war, but a simple mistake was at its core.
But amidst the Pain and Violence, A boy that didn't silence, fell in love, with a girl from above. From the town which he did war, even though, a simple mistake was at its core.
But this did not keep them apart, from upon two hills. They would not part, and so, to be together. The hatched a plan, crafty like feather.
And with their powers, they dug a hole, in the mountain, by the great badger-moles.
A secret tunnel.
A Secret tunnel, through the mountain, so the two lovers could love, and others who followed, would die in the mud.
The tunnel they
The Tale Of General Iro by LovelyPoeticJustice, literature
Literature
The Tale Of General Iro
A friendly old General, A lover of tea, up on a hillside, by the city of Ba Sing Cie. He sat under a tree, by a shrine of clay, to his long lost Son, it was his Birthday.
"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow to your heart, soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave Soldier boy, marching so slow, Bade that he come, come marching home.
Leaves From the vine falling so slow, just for brave soldier boys, who won't come home..."
He sang to the moon, his own homemade song, he sat under that tree, to ring a small gong. He stayed on the hill, through sun and in rain, in remembrance of his Brave young son, Who faced all the pain. A year to the day, a
The northern Kingdom by LovelyPoeticJustice, literature
Literature
The northern Kingdom
Way Way up, in the icy North Pole, stands a great city, Icy and bold. Its people are strong, noble and free, and when trespassers come, they tremble before thee.
But there once was a time, when this did change, the winds of sorrow, banish and bane, for the fires came, and then did lay siege, on the northern Kingdom, to bring it to its knees.
For a great many years, this battle did wage, the northerners trapped in their own Icy cage. And for a long time, there was no hope, no symbol to carry, no way to cope.
The Men were Tired, the women were to, the children were moaning, to see this through, the fathers did hope, for a salvation. But noth
Let me tell the story, of the Air bending Masters, They controlled the wind, air in the rafters. They could start storms, without moving an inch, and stop swinging swords, without even a flinch, they mastered the sky, and made it their home, they hid their temple, so they could be alone.
The air-bending masters, up in the mountain, kept balance and peace, they travelled on gliders, and on magic beasts.
These nomads were calm, with a passionate glow, they settled the quarrels, of those down bellow, and nobody bade, any vicious remark, these friendly Air Nomads, would never need hark.
But one faithfully day, came the Rise of a king, from a f
Golden Goblet, cast with red,
To be poured upon my face instead,
The failed attempt to flee ahead,
The party that we lead.
To call them soon and swift to bed.
And in the night, a note be struck,
By sheer dim- witted force of luck,
We had just soon to steal away,
And so we call to travel by day.
An entropic Figure, then encroached our land,
Beckoned forth by and un-seen hand,
He raised his goblet,
and called us to bed, to bed, to the land of the dead.
The time it took, the width of hair,
did then he leave our camp so bare,
And with goblet fair,
He drank the sweet red nectar there.