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Ceyda Güreli

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Deviant since May 25, 2007, 1:25 PM

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Requiem Undone

"Is that you my dearest?
Is that you who has just turned away from me?"

The night was almost silent, mostly restless. And time was growing late with words not granted. He waited looking into darkness. None answered.
Divine was it in its own and cursed either. He tried to deny
and to accept, to understand and to ignore but achieved neither.

"With simple lives   simple colors   simple words   simple options   how could it be that much compli

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The Crimson King - CreationYou made it from the divination of blood, gave it spirit from your own pride,
made it alive then,
with granted priorites,
darkened wishes,
earned honors,
captured hatreds...

A flesh and soul of crimson desires. The Crimson King - Creation
in Fixed on 4/15/08

Requiem Undone"Is that you my dearest?
Is that you who has just turned away from me?"

The night was almost silent, mostly restless. And time was growing late with words not granted. He waited looking into darkness. None answered.
Divine was it in its own and cursed either. He tried to deny
and to accept, to understand and to ignore but achieved neither.

"With simple lives   simple colors   simple words   simple options   how could it be that much compli Requiem Undone
in Open on 4/13/08

An Old ChapterFirst,
she was here. In a worn tavern with songs of old days where lives were unconcerned and reasons were forgotten, she found the pieces of a broken heart covered by the drops of spilled wine.
They seemed quite heartbreaking, quite sharp. Too wet to tape up, and fragile to touch.
"The only things that remained" she said lightly. But never wondered the owner nor the story. Leaving everything on that old table she walked out, with a song in her head, and a jacket in her hand she held tightly.

"The only things that remai An Old Chapter
in Ballad on 4/13/08

SilencerI could have lived. I could have dreamt. I heard you went away, In pieces the mirrors splitted. I sought the me in me, A scar which killed my sanity. I should have resisted.
I sought. There was no one to save And nothing to see. I missed you, the me in me. And inside, I found so much miseries nailed That... I must have failed.
Don't let me seek. Don't let me see. Don't let me be me.
I shall have never heard this agony. I must have closed the doors and let them guard. But forgive me, I failed the life in me. Th Silencer
in Open on 4/13/08

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Pale Winter Song

Journal Entry: Sun Apr 13, 2008, 3:36 PM

"As snow covers the lurid sun,
the land mournfully wraps in silence.
In lost loves daylight dies.
Dusk reminds the better times they long;
and there begins the pale winter song."

Written for and also dedicated, naturally, to a "will come true one day" project named "Pale Winter"

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