SharkLife withers and pales. Rest this prayer upon your bed, darkness embraces theShark
heart and soul's final refuge.
Love casts it's frienzied shadow to those forget me nots, chearising each moment with undue grace and resilance. this world of creation hinges on your memory, For a woman of 73.
a child of six,eight,ten mystified by such a noble figure, gazes as you govern this hall watching the pipes take its toll with each
savoured breath.
alone you remember the fifth of june, when flowers wilted in the air. As the skies
SoulfireSoulfire you burn from within existance you fuel,birth your only spark. Emotion your temptationSoulfire
to break the confines
of flesh and stone.
What devastation could such beauty cause ? Brought foward from such a humble light To carry the voice of rapture deep into the night.
In these dreams you call,pleeding to be free. Begging to undo this veil
and once more release this
darkness eternal into
the light
RebeccaA slow subtle breeze blesses tranquil skies,clouds drift lazily shaping her fantasy. she creates her world... Four snowy pillars observeRebecca
green pastures,her haven above this
daily atrocity. Survival not an option but mere necessity to embrace the crumbling existance of a life once pure.
Her testement to humanity seeking to regain
what was once lost, seeking to regain all which will
fall victim to mans folly.
seeking to protect
unknownSleeping in drifting silence, thoughts of unwarranted aggression stalk the reaches of this empire. slowly in the depth of night they gather,basking beneath the moons poisonous glow,unknown
Their hunger manifests breaths quicken,hands flinch, knives drawn they march. Craving the hearts of this empire, Feeble puppets dancing to his every whim.
An insanity grips the beast,eyes glow as they near his prize. Passages become dormant, as the defender's become stricken of their brittle life
What need created such loss of life? &nbs
dreams
Neutral
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My towering throne of skulls might be impressive and all, but what's the point of being king if there's no one left to rule over?
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My towering throne of skulls might be impressive and all, but what's the point of being king if there's no one left to rule over?
ROMANS YOU GO THE HOUSE
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