Anzaraneth

The girl with the blonde hair so pale it looked like molten silver cascading from her head as she twirled in the moonlight danced--floated, it seemed--in the clearing, her eyes closed as she plucked out a beautiful melody with her body. She never seemed to stop moving, her body flowing from one graceful move into the next, creating a symphony of movement beneath the moonlit sky. When her dance took her beneath the shadow of the trees it made no difference; she still seemed to radiate an unearthly glow, spinning through the night air with the ethereal face of an angel. ... ----------------- Dammit; this is the part where I stab someone for

I've been trying for some time to figure out how to submit a deviation as a text entry. I have created a few poems (horrible though they may be) that I would like to submit to deviantArt. Sadly, I have not the knowledge to do this, because deviantArt refuses to accept the submissions on the occasions that I have tried to do so. So if someone who knows how to do this would inform me of the correct way, I would be eternally grateful. Thanks in advance! -ZaRa

The fire licked at the trees, already too far out of control. He hadn't meant for it to end like this. No, he didn't want this at all. He knew before he even tried that it wouldn't work, but he gave it one last, hopeful shove in the right direction.   It didn't budge.   The fire was crawling towards his lifeless body now, creeping ever closer by the minute. By the time he would open his eyes, he would already be engulfed in flames. His flesh would be blistered and bleeding where it wasn't completely burned away. His lungs would be filled with smoke, slowly suffocating him with every breath he tried to take.   His eyes would be stinging