Post by Megan Audrey Peverell on Sept 13, 2012 8:07:59 GMT 1
Who will believe my verse in time to come
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still
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Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
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Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
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Have you read the rules?
Rp sample:
The day was as exciting as any other, which was to say not very exciting at all. There was much to do and a lot going on. But it had all gotten quite repititive by Cwen's fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It had taken her three years to actually realize there was an opposing force Defence against the Dark Arts. Professor Gryffindor had made the Dark Arts seem ancient and distant as though it no longer existed. She imagined that that was his goal after all.
At any rate, she had begun to study them in her third year. Out of pure curiousity of course. It was while studying Dark Arts and their practitioners that she met a Slytherin boy named Owen. Though everyone called him Ollie. He was most unlike other Slytherin students which was what drew Cwen's attention to him.
Cwen turned off the tub once the water had reached the place she wanted it to. She heard footfalls outside the door but thought nothing of them as she put her wand down upon a sink and approached the tub of water calmly. Just as she undid a button on her blue dress, there was a blasting noise from behind her.
Startled, Cwen jumped around and nearly slipped into the tub of water. She steadied herself as a boy advanced on her threateningly. Cwen saw that the door had been blasted open behind him. She backed away, glancing at her wand which was behind him as well. Hesitantly, Cwen tried to assert authority. "Y- you're not a prefect!" Cwen had never met the boy before but she knew well who he was.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise
The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits
