#ancientthings

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Kurkesh, Onakke Ancient

The Onakke were masters of dark arts and artifice. Their creations continue to spread foul magic, paving the way for their return.

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[poetrythreesixfive]

The Scythe

Iron, wood, curve and blade,

it hangs upon my wall,

a cutting tool of ancient make

to make the fields fall.

An instrument for sweeping

its edge across the grain,

a weapon forged for reaping

the living freshly slain.

My elders swung it over fields,

to fodder folk and flock,

the sustenance the soil yields

for stowing winter stock.

Now, it looms above my head,

a reminder on display

that no man earns his daily bread

without his making hay.

[theintoxy]

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[scarlettaagni]

@jacklycan’s Predvember Day 25: Ancient

The blister winds and dry turmoil make the man one so wise and loyal.

[cornerstonc]

what’s peculiar about their souls?

Your soul is... Ancient

The death of someone such as yourself is an event rarely seen... It is a great honor to harbor such an elegantly aged soul. So much twisted wisdom contained within that pulsing, coiling mass... So many revelations, loves, losses, broken promises, rekindled hopes. You are cherished, of course... For you are a magnificently rare specimen. But the horrors you have seen live as long as you yourself, harrowing and unearthly. You are blessed. You are vexed.

Your soul is... Hungry

Visitors are not supposed to tap against the enclosure of your soul. It sends it into a manic frenzy. Understimulation gnaws at it like a hunger pain... It gravitates towards sights and sounds- towards new people, interesting places, foreign smells. It shudders in place when it is held, vibrating like an atom. You want to be real. You want to be held. You want the sensations of life returned to you. You did not know it was possible to crave quite so much.

[running2redemption]

What’s Peculiar About Your Soul?

Your soul is... Ancient

The death of someone such as yourself is an event rarely seen... It is a great honor to harbor such an elegantly aged soul. So much twisted wisdom contained within that pulsing, coiling mass... So many revelations, loves, losses, broken promises, rekindled hopes. You are cherished, of course... For you are a magnificently rare specimen. But the horrors you have seen live as long as you yourself, harrowing and unearthly. You are blessed. You are vexed.

[beautyofpakistans-blog]

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[sourcefield]

The combination of dioptase and malachite is not just beautiful, but also rare. It takes a specific set of geological conditions for these two minerals to occur together, making them a true gem for mineral collectors. . Dioptase & Malachite // Mindouli District, DR Congo . 4” x 3” x 3” . $600 // Available . . . #dioptase #malachite #sourcefieldshop #sourcefield #source #crystals #vintagejewelry #gemstones #minerals #mineralspecimens #earthtreasures #stones #naturalbeauty #gems #earthdayeveryday #intelligentdesign #healthylifestyle #crystalmagic #resonance #inspirational #beherenow #naturalart #earthart #planetearth #crystalphotography #ancientthings (at Yosemite National Park, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp04ldEPoP2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[queencocoakimmie]

Only Lovers Left Alive

“Only Lovers Left Alive” I can’t resist your voice In my mind, Because when I close my eyes, It’s all I can hear. Not the thrumming of my heart Or the racing of my blood. Only your voice is present there. You speak me to of ancient Things, Things that only our souls would Know. And I feel those words flow Through my veins Replacing my new memories With old. When you’re not here, I burn a candle, To remember the look In your eyes. The look of bliss Of ease Of serenity And how you no longer Feel dehumanized. And though you made peace With those lonely years And your ghosts still drive the Pain, I pray for you, In my own way, That you may be released From your iron chains. Because though your demons Are plenty, and they Sleep soundly in your Chest, A love like ours can set You free If you just acquiesce. And when the night comes And the raven skies are full Of tears, Your heartbreak is nothing But a distant memory. And gone all your fears. We will walk the lonely road Beyond the miles of Yesterday, To make it to the other side Where our nightmares, Fade away. In this place, We disappear, We take a leap into the void. It’s peaceful here. It’s finally quiet. We can make this place Our home. Because only lovers left alive, In our dark sweet fairytale. So give me what I’m dying for And let our love prevail. ©️KVP Art: Unknown D/M for credit

I can’t resist your voiceIn my mind,Because when I close my eyes,It’s all I can hear. Not the thrumming of my heartOr the racing of my blood.Only your voice is present there. You speak me to of ancientThings,Things that only our souls wouldKnow. And I feel those words flowThrough my veinsReplacing my new memoriesWith old. When you’re not here,I burn a candle,To remember the lookIn your…