LittleLuna960

The rickety house has been empty for many a century.
          	Rotting wood running along its walls
          	As the floorboards creak and groan.
          	And yet, the silence
          	Brings me great comfort.
          	
          	Spiders crawl along the floor, along their webs,
          	Emerging from the ivory piano
          	Coated in dust and mould.
          	It’s out of tune
          	But the music is enchanting.
          	
          	Up the screeching stairs is a long, empty hallway.
          	A series of doors lie waiting
          	For me to pass through them.
          	The bedroom on the
          	Other side is cozy.
          	
          	I brought my friends to this house a long time ago.
          	Their comfort was quashed
          	By the silence of this home.
          	They called it creepy
          	But I never agreed.
          	
          	Many might call my home haunted, a horror,
          	But the quiet helps me sleep
          	And they all are wrong.
          	As a ghost, I’ve been here
          	Long enough to know.

LittleLuna960

The rickety house has been empty for many a century.
          Rotting wood running along its walls
          As the floorboards creak and groan.
          And yet, the silence
          Brings me great comfort.
          
          Spiders crawl along the floor, along their webs,
          Emerging from the ivory piano
          Coated in dust and mould.
          It’s out of tune
          But the music is enchanting.
          
          Up the screeching stairs is a long, empty hallway.
          A series of doors lie waiting
          For me to pass through them.
          The bedroom on the
          Other side is cozy.
          
          I brought my friends to this house a long time ago.
          Their comfort was quashed
          By the silence of this home.
          They called it creepy
          But I never agreed.
          
          Many might call my home haunted, a horror,
          But the quiet helps me sleep
          And they all are wrong.
          As a ghost, I’ve been here
          Long enough to know.

LittleLuna960

In the dry blue desert where it never rains,
          Where all that stretches on are the azure plains,
          The silky dust of Earth seeps through my hands,
          Dry as a husk are the soft sapphire sands.
          All that’s not blue is the dead blackened moon,
          I never thought I’d hope for another monsoon,
          Yet averted they are, God of all Sorrow,
          Is my only hope for a stormy tomorrow.
          My mind goes insane in the blazing blue sun,
          Is this what I deserve after all I’ve done?
          My mouth is as bare as the sand ‘neath my feet,
          When dawn rises, I will surely dry up in the heat.
          As a light drizzle falls, it boils away,
          Drained of all moisture, I am the desert’s prey,
          So why am I still here? Breathing yet so dry,
          My only prayer being that the desert will cry.
          The black moon watches me with its careful eye,
          Forsaken by God and Goddess, I can’t die,
          The sun rises and leaves me with only my fears,
          That for eternity, I will never touch the desert’s tears.

LittleLuna960

Going to rewrite Obscuria again, or at least severely edit it.
          
          The reason I'm doing this is because I feel that the character development was lacking, especially with Emilio Easton and the relationship between Misty and Piper. I'm looking to flesh out Emilio much more and possibly to add more Protector characters due to some chapters being written from his POV.
          
          I might also elaborate more on different characters' lives, including Ember's trauma and Alex's personality and mental health struggles.
          
          I REALLY need to make Emilio more interesting.
          
          I know you actually don't care since like 3 of my 5 followers followed me for the Steven Universe stuff, but I feel I just needed to say this.