The Mystery of Crystal World. Chapter #1. Page #2.

in writing •  7 years ago  (edited)

The Mystery of Crystal World

Anastasia Lukomskaya
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  • Every creature in the crystals
    Could transgresses the bounds of layers
    There was a net of portals
    That was made by Ivan’s genius.
  • But that happened now and then
    That the systems gave some errors
    And the mage fleet to the gen
    To correct the bugs and failures.
  • Every portal that broke down
    Then he fixed so fast and smartly
    And he always was in time
    To put right the bugs so sharply.
  • He was young and full of strength,
    He was carried by action,
    Wasn’t he afraid of length
    That was more than Slavic sagenes.
  • In a layer once he stepped in
    Where mushrooms spawns were living,
    There was a portal linking
    Broken down and needed fixing.
  • Ivan fixed the linking quickly
    By the power of the inner,
    But decided to walk deeper
    To investigate the brink will.
  • Ivan fixed the linking quickly
    By the power of the inner,
    But decided to walk deeper
    To investigate the brink will.
  • More than day, than two was rambling
    Ivan on the endless clearing,
    And the grass so green and crumbling
    Bent with every step and moving
  • More than day, than two was rambling
    Ivan on the endless clearing,
    And the grass so green and crumbling
    Bent with every step and moving
  • Covered by the blue of sky
    End embraced by light from star tracks
    The green glade was quiet and shy
    And was covered by some tussocks.
  • But one tussock was so special,
    It was calling and enticing
    As if hiding something spatial
    Covered by its whitened icing.
  • So the mage approached the tussock
    Looked on it and was astonished:
    In the shadow of its grey smog
    There was the light of Mushroom.
  • Mushrooms’ stem was going down,
    Penetrating soil so firmly,
    Like a roof over a town
    Was its cap enormous sorely.
  • As a measure of the time
    It was keeping vivid logos,
    Voice was coming from inside
    From the spawn that wasn’t bogus.


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привет, давайте тут тоже будем дружить и поддерживать друг друга :) я подписалась на вас, буду репостить и голосовать, надеюсь на взаимную поддержку )

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