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For The MuseI wait for the time being as a white parchment
soon the black sight I have will become an infinite hue
lights play in my head as if I where a canvas being stroked by the essence of art
goddess of creativity, the muse
take me away
to the meadows of mediums
the imprisoned mind I have here
it must be awoken by you. only you!
give me color, give me the sight of the renascence!
a new era of the man
allow me to be that very form!
but I wait. you admire from far
sitting at the easel, I twiddle my pen
waiting for your lean against me in this mourning
a state when I feel as the mannequin to the puppeteer
For now I will remain
dangling, I wait for you my mistress.
IllictusLeft lonesome from the shallow heart
cried myself to death from my self-blinded eyes
violins held by the dead play my bitter eulogy
only my path past Styx remains
Character Profiles: Phade ShishadName: Phade Shishad A.K.A the eternity bound.
Age: 123 (21 human years)
Race: Desert Elf
Appearance: Tan, Athletic, tall, Black longish hair, Green eyes, Silver Medieval like armor with dark brown Muslim style robes with royal crest stitching on the back and it's edges when out of battle.
Longsword given by his mentor Mikal a Steel Shield from his old home as a commoner once owned by his father in the past.
Occupation: Royalty ( Noble )
Personality: Quick tempered, kind, fast swordsman, smug at times, Stylish
Habits: Cracking Knuckles, Chewing long blades of Grass
Bio: Currently Third in line to the throne of the Kingdom of Susa the grand capital of the world. As a child Phade was curious, so curious he entered the "Tower of Seph" rumored to be the gates to the heavens and the darkworld. He with his dog Mirage reached the top of Seph which was said to be impossible. Once at the top he opened a sealed box. In which he saw "The Creator". He spoke to the creator and his
FrankincenseBring to the altar worldly splendors
this star under the first born
let the angel choir sing
mankind's new king
Let us Say GoodbyeLet us Say Goodbye
I wish to say something, this is to all of you selected ones. To the sad masses I see before these old and strange eyes of mine. I wish to tell you thank you, thank you for allowing me to see the monsters of the world. The rapists, the pedophiles, the thieves, and the betrayers, are only but a few that I could foresee; thank you all so much. But like the double edged sword we both suffer for it.
But please disregard that last statement, as this should be a happy occasion. To each and every one of you; to you who are those rapists, pedophiles, thieves, and betrayers who are bound by the blood of our elders and ancestors. I say goodbye. I wish to say goodbye to you as you are the monsters I see. I cringed as I once called you my family, my friends, my gods, but thank you for showing the path I must now thread. For you can no longer exist within my world. I must take you away in order for my survival, as the damaged is far beyond the ability to heal. I have not done the
HimIt was coming to kill them all. The Weapon, far more powerful than they could imagine was coming with faster than they could calculated. Its effects would be devastating, the toll would be horrid, and there was nothing the People could do. Nothing, except wait and hope that He would come.
One and all, the People’s voices rose to the heavens, crying for help. They knew He could save him, they knew He had saved them before. He would return, they told themselves. All we have to do is wait.
The Weapon was drawing nearer. Soon it would be upon them. Doubt began to spread. What if He didn’t come? What if He couldn’t do anything? But they assured themselves, He had always come before, He would come again.
And then suddenly, to the amazement of the thousands below, a figure appeared over the horizon. He had come. Dashing, glorious and brave, He was here. High above the sky He flew. He grabbed the Weapon in his arms and wrestled with it. His might was boundless, his strength i
The Love of a LionHe met her far from the golden plains of Africa, in the grey concrete jungle of the city. It was here, between the hulking towers of steel that he chanced upon the fair lady of his dreams. In a coffee shop with the logo of a green mermaid with two tails, he had found his lioness. She was no princess, nor a heiress to a vast amount of gold, she was simply an independent modern woman through and through. The way she had held herself and roared when the skinny latte she had ordered was served with full-cream milk, had somehow managed to capture his gaze. Maybe it was the fire in her eyes or the way her brown hair ruffled as she bared her teeth but he knew then and there that he needed to have her. This woman in front of him, who was unlike any other, was his lioness.
With a deep draw of breath, he pushed out his chest and walked gallantly to the aid of this fine damsel in distress. Handling the situation with panache, he worked it into his favor, receiving both a free skinny latte f
Ghosts of the PastTrains
When I was young I'd lay awake
watching the images my mind would make
when, at night, I could listen
over snow where moonlight glistens
the songs of a train, fast and old
passing through the darkness, clear and cold
I'd think no one else could hear
but others knew it was near
the sound of the whistle, haunting and mellow
blasting with a deafening bellow
would go through the silent forest
raising a frightening chorus
and the sound would put me into chills
and fill me with fantastic thrills
because I knew, to my greatest fears
the train hasn't been here for forty years
The bell tolls as he walks
the cows follow when he talks
they come by making a clatter
their feet across pavement batter
we listen to them voice their moo
and we know that the sound is true
but when we try to gain a sight
we are met with profound fright
as when we look up we see
houses only, along with trees
No farm exists for cows to tread
its all gone, the farmer's dead
No, I was never perfect to you.
Perfect is worth loving,
Which I am obviously not,
You've never loved me,
And you never will,
I just wish you'd told me that,
From the very start.
Instead of stringing me along,
Pretending I actually meant something,
When in reality,
I was nothing more than an object,
To be twisted and bent to your desire,
Just forget it man,
Forget everything I ever felt for you,
Because I hate you,
More than I ever loved you,
You messed with my head,
I was nothing but a game,
Something to pick up and put down,
Whenever you chose,
But I don't blame you.
I was never worth caring about.
It's simple really.
I am nothing,
You were everything.
Move onto your next victim.
Maybe I was perfect after all,
Perfect for your plan,
To take my heart,
And destroy whatever was left of it.
I was the perfect victim.
Wings LostThey say opposites attract and they are right
For every blackened soul mourns their own innocence.
At first, I welcomed you, drawn by your pain.
There’s really no good story without suffering.
But I didn’t expect you to stick around
You crept into my mind ever so silently, never making a sound.
Something as pure as you shouldn’t be walking
In the dark depths that is my heart.
Although it’s been so long since it was last used
And I find myself slightly amused
Seeing how oblivious you are to the danger.
Like a kite, you fly so high never looking down
But I’m slowly sinking and I will take you down with me
You left a rope tied around my black heart and you will never again be free.
Once you’re grounded I’ll find a way to stain your innocent mind
To kill your light because you shine so bright it hurts.
Don’t you understand I don’t know how to love you this way
I’m to jealous of your wings so I will cut them away
46. dropthey’ll make it look as
easy as breathing –
[ words rolling off their tongues
like pearls off a broken necklace
& you may comprehend it not,
but their minds are so beautiful
that you are dumbstruck &
left (alone) to operate in a machine
suddenly too clumsy and dated
& this is the way it goes,
& all the money in the world
will not buy you a new one,
or maybe just one like that. ]
you might think that
the sky exists between the
notes in their voice, the universe
is their body,
(the stars are a map to the
soul & you simply can’t read it.)
you may find yourself believing
that they aren't even human at all.
[ the fact, however, is not
scientifically proven. ]
& this is how you dis
For the Sin of His EmbraceThe beginning of this play has become unbearably uncertain
Like a fading memory, I can not grasp the ancient roots of my own desire
The overflowing passion that could burn ones' fingertips to ashes
While one is drowning in the watery depth of his brown and shimmering diamonds,
Eyes of gold and a soul of lust it was, what he had shown me on this dark evening
Where children had gone home to their mothers' embrace,
Because something evil was lingering in the clouds above their tilted heads
It was a night where the Cupid had an amb instead of a bow, a war that one can never win
And the affection brought by the sugarcoated lips that can weep ones' sanity,
Made one even more mad, than the clinical proof of the distortion ever had
And a longing for a trembling of a touch, that no other could ever compensate
Makes one reach out for even one of those sacred words, that were left unsaid
On this cold and watery evening, I found myself captured in his embrace,
So once in Love fell I with his eyes
A Victory of SortsWhen you tell me to swim and rise
I would rather stay beneath the surface
Where the beauty and mystery lies
I would rather die and be forgotten
To disappear in the depths without a trace
And without a name
The dammed may be the lowest
But they stand below no man
There is no reason for them to rise
For they have been feasting on human flesh and sin for centuries
No, it is those above who must fall
I am not afraid.
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