Post by Anne Braden on Mar 14, 2011 9:36:39 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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Rp sample:
Without thinking, Sion got off from his back. There were flames outside his cell. He had known it would only be a matter of time before Valenceus' men were found and he was freed. The only problem was that there wasn't going to be a knight in shining armor to unlock his cell. He had lost that sort of optimism over two years ago.
A loud cracking was heard and a tall, wizard stood before him. Sion didn't know the man. But feared him if he was so bold to attack this stronghold. "Who are you?"
The other man grinned and pulled his hat off his head. "I am Mr. Kite. And I seek your father's cloak. That is all you really need to know."
Mr. Kite thrust his hat back over his head and stepped forward even as two of Valenceus' henchmen entered the cell room. Sion felt the Malfoy grip his arm and they disapparated away from the building.
They were in a small, cozy, tidy room. Now that there was light, Sion recognized Mr. Kite as a pure blood boy that had tried to fight Valenceus while the latter was trying to find the ressurection stone in the ruins of a large manor. Mr. Valenceus had bested the younger duelist easily. It wasn't until after that incident did Sion learn how.
Mr. Kite wore the same leather suit and hat. Sion thought he looked ridiculous but he knew that his image would impress most other Dark Wizards. "I already told Melkor. I don't know where it is."
Mr. Kite shook his head and smirked. "No. There will be time to find your sister later. All of our attention must be placed upon Melkor and his wand. He is planning to do something. I have forced his hand. But we are ready. He is running for Hogwarts school. He thinks the founders will protect him. I already have plans to corner him before he arrives."
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
