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Injured

November 12, 1347 Was the night it begun The evening was full of sobs As my hand hovered over the doorknob The smell seeped in That putrid scent, that cut right to the skin I’ll never forget the sight Of this horror borne of night Even with a mask full of flowers I stood, accessed, then shivered I shook my head and closed the door Then nodded to let the fire soar

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Coat

When all withers and dies And ash has replaced the wind Would you still call us wise When our actions are undisciplined Our water has become muck Our mountains but barren sticks Will you remember the scent of lilac Over this scent of pyrotechnics Will you be satisfied by the greed Of what you could obtain They’re just a bunch of grass and reeds Yet you try and breathe in vain The scales of…

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Dark

The world may tip into darkness The stars may stop their journey Yet I’ll be the fortress That will shield you from this agony I will take your hand And show you the light within You’ll see what it can withstand From the coming shadows therein Even when I am gone And frigid winds come once more Follow the path I’ve drawn It will always lead you to a welcome door

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Tasty

Come inside, don’t be afraid This little shop is humble Look what I have displayed Many are far too gullible They jump at the slightest of things They run their mouths with lies Something about “beings” Yet no one ever dies…

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Dizzy

The world spins around, darling Like a Ferris wheel at sunset Yet your eyes: they sing I dive in and forget One by one my worries disappear Like morning mist How ever did I have these fears? Left dizzy when our souls kissed

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Update: December 27 2019

Update: December 27 2019

After some playing around, I’ve come to the decision that Rule of Three will be switching to a new host provider. This will take some time for us, but I believe in the long run it will be worth it. For a long time we’ve dealt with slow loading times on both mobile and desktop, and it has been extremely frustrating to see our site traffic suffer because of it.

More updates will come in the…

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Ghost

Christmas Ink, day 22: Ghost, by Mitchel Stoycheff

She sees you when you’re sleeping She knows when your awake You’ll only hear her weeping When your soul she’s about to take So you better watch out And listen for that cry For there will be no time to pout When you’re about to die.

Christmas Ink is an original series written and illustrated by Mitchell Stoycheff. The illustrations and poetry were created during Inktober 2019.

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Treasure

Christmas Ink, day 21: Treasure, by Mitchel Stoycheff

There may be gold And riches untold There may be nothing But paste and string Yet your journey goes on Like a glorious song So keep walking your trail As you smile and exhale

Christmas Ink is an original series written and illustrated by Mitchell Stoycheff. The illustrations and poetry were created during Inktober 2019.

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Tread

Christmas Ink, day 20: Tread, by Mitchel Stoycheff

Put one foot in front of the other Take a breath and sigh Your worries can wait till after You walk to clarify See, these woods are special You can feel it in the air In silence your mind grows fertile From the roar of mental warfare

Christmas Ink is an original series written and illustrated by Mitchell Stoycheff. The illustrations and poetry were created during Inktober 2019.

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Coat

Christmas Ink, day 27: Coat, by Mitchell Stoycheff

When all withers and dies And ash has replaced the wind Would you still call us wise When our actions are undisciplined Our water has become muck Our mountains but barren sticks Will you remember the scent of lilac Over this scent of pyrotechnics Will you be satisfied by the greed Of what you could obtain They’re just a bunch of grass and reeds Yet you try and breathe in vain The scales of balance has fallen

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Dark

Christmas Ink, day 26: Dark by Mitchell Stoycheff

The world may tip into darkness The stars may stop their journey Yet I’ll be the fortress That will shield you from this agony I will take your hand And show you the light within You’ll see what it can withstand From the coming shadows therein Even when I am gone And frigid winds come once more Follow the path I’ve drawn It will always lead you to a welcome door

Christmas Ink is an original series…

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Tasty

Christmas Ink, day 25: Tasty, by Mitchel Stoycheff

Come inside, don’t be afraid This little shop is humble Look what I have displayed Many are far too gullible They jump at the slightest of things They run their mouths with lies Something about “beings” Yet no one ever dies…

Christmas Ink is an original series written and illustrated by Mitchell Stoycheff. The illustrations and poetry were created during Inktober 2019.

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Dizzy

Christmas Ink, day 24: Dizzy, by Mitchel Stoycheff

The world spins around, darling Like a Ferris wheel at sunset Yet your eyes: they sing I dive in and forget One by one my worries disappear Like morning mist How ever did I have these fears? Left dizzy when our souls kissed

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Ancient

Christmas Ink, day 23: Ancient, by Mitchel Stoycheff

How many sunsets have you seen How many faces have passed you by Were there moments that were unforeseen Lost now to the fireflies When you stood were you proud Were you looked at with admiration High above the curious crowd The beacon of your dominion I guess that was long ago Such moments can not last You are now just a home to crows Stained with the fragments of the past

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Christmas Ink, day 22: Ghost, by Mitchel Stoycheff She sees you when you’re sleepingShe knows when your awakeYou’ll only hear her weepingWhen your soul she’s about to takeSo you better watch outAnd listen for that cryFor there will be no time to poutWhen you’re about to die.

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Christmas Ink, day 21: Treasure, by Mitchel Stoycheff There may be goldAnd riches untoldThere may be nothingBut paste and stringYet your journey goes onLike a glorious songSo keep walking your trailAs you smile and exhale

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Tread

Christmas Ink, day 20: Tread, by Mitchel Stoycheff

Put one foot in front of the other Take a breath and sigh Your worries can wait till after You walk to clarify See, these woods are special You can feel it in the air In silence your mind grows fertile From the roar of mental warfare

Christmas Ink is an original series written and illustrated by Mitchell Stoycheff. The illustrations and poetry were created during Inktober 2019.

Click here…