Post by Prudence Campbell on Aug 5, 2013 6:28:37 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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Ripped from the Seven Deadly Sins
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and Elysia Cerise Tonks would be found outside of the ancient castle sitting under one of the shady trees by the lake. The little amount of sunshine that shone between the not so thick layer of leaves and branches served as her light as she read the open book on her lap. The ambience was really nice. It was so conducive for reading that the sixth year was sure that every bookworm would love it and other artists for that matter.
The environment was perfectly still and peaceful but the metamormphmagus just can not even pay a speck of attention to what she had been trying to read for about an hour now. Certain things and facts that made her worry just kept on coming to her, bugging her to her wit’s end. The anxious 16 year-old shifted her position, closed her eyes for a second and for, like, the ten thousandth time that day, she tried to push all thoughts and anxiousness on the back of her head and just concentrate on the book on her lap that had been open on the same page since… an hour ago. The girl was not the anxious type but she just can not help it now.
As much as she tried to shrug it all off, the more anxiousness attacked her Where were the other angels? Will they find each other before it’s too late? The days were getting darker and darker by the second and it was not the exactly the best time for the hide and seek or guess-if-I-am-an-angel games.
Elysia was not blaming any of the other angels. She knew how hard it was to look for an angel after all. You can not simply approach a completely random student and ask, “Are you an angel?” or “Are you looking for other Angels?” or “Do you know an Angel?” Doing so would risk an Angels security plus it would make the Angels look stupid and weird. Merlin! Where are the others?!?!? She asked Merlin in her head as she crumpled her face. She knew it was wrong to doubt Him so she said sorry at once.
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
