Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Talysia]

Fragile, transparent wings adorn her back,
And no bigger than a leaf,
The faery of the great forest
Watches to see who dares trespass
In her vast, magnificent woodland glade,
Holding a sword: Beware her sting.

[Wybren]

What do I know? Know nothing,
every thing is changing, World turning,
World is topsey turvey, all changed,
Nothing to do but to adapt,
to the Worlds ebb and flow.

[Sephiroth]

Holy Tipheret, my bright creative light,
Brighter than anything in the firmament:
Your compassionate wisdom and eloquent grace
Inspire such fair and fruitful thoughts!

[Wiglaf]

I came back to my home.
It was where I left it.
I feel good to be me.
I wish all had my luck.
I must help those who don't

[Talysia]

Waves crash against a forbidding shore.
Black cliffs jut into black sky,
Dark and overbearing with heavy clouds.
The longboat allows its passengers off
To explore this dark, hellish place.

[Wybren]

My mind is my greatest enemy
twisting, turning, churning thoughts and fantasy
Dark Sky morphs into Light Sky
and the other way around too.
which one is which, either or,
which is better? who can tell?

[Talysia]

I see the Angel up above
Sculpted in stone, up on high.
Gazing down benevolently upon the streets,
Watching the flow of buy people.
Just an icon, just a statue.
What have her stone eyes seen?

[Teresa Edgerton]

Gargoyles: enigmatic composite creatures, winged, clawed
Simian, feline, canine, ursine, dragon-scaled.
Yet with just enough intelligence lurking
In their wise and weary eyes
To disconcert watchers in streets below.

[Talysia]

Forbidding, bleak, and excessivey sombre looking,
Though dressed all in purest white.
Stern of face, with serious demeanour,
Holding a book in one hand,
Quill and ink in the other.
What sentence does this judge pass?

[Teresa Edgerton]

The page, smoother than finest vellum,
And there he writes our deeds
In mighty strokes, firm and bold,
In inks of black or white,
Gorgeous shades of crimson, purple, gold ...
But most in shades of grey.

[Talysia]

Engrossed and captivated, bound by words.
Lost in a myriad of passages.
A retreat from this mundane world,
If only temporarily, we sadly return.
The power of a good book.

[Talysia]

What lies over the farthest horizon?
What lies across the deepest sea?
Things I've never laid eyes on
Appeal to the adventurer in me.

[Jarshen]

Ageless beauty, a sliver of disguise
To cover soul-dead, black eyes,
Talons, curled in hate, ready to split
And rake Youth's innocent body red,
Stretched over a bridge of sighs.

[Flavia]

oh, poet, stay your angry pen
that pokes holes in the sky
You can change your tune, then
and sing for me soft lullabies

[Jarshen]

October is red, a dark red,
Velvet, it is the grand exit,
The last farewell of a performer.
At home, October, a final time
When fires can be freely lit,
Then we vie with the cold.