Cursed By The LightWithin the day a depression deepens
Out of control, a freak in the light of the moon
The sun rises and the feelings of loathing rises with the dawn
A beast burning within, waiting for the pale of the moons coldness on my flesh
I feel damned by the light, a beast of the wild and chaos by the bitter bite of the feral night
There is a soul that shirks the day, cursed by the light, longing for the eternal caress of the gloomy eventide
HeroHearts singing in exaltation.
Eagles wings spread wide, winds lifting them up.
Rare do we see that the truth that out hero is the one within us.
Only do you need to stop looking without and embrace and revel in the joy inside.
TearsThe wet liquid flows from my eyes.
Even this late in my life I see a truth unseen before.
An angel of mercy shining her light into the darkness of my life.
Rest comes now and I give over my weary body and mind to the woman within.
Salty seas left behind, there is a brightness that beckons me into a future filled with endless love.
VictimVoices telling me my worth
Ice crystals melting by my warm blood
Crawling off the floor, wings sprouting forth
This time I'll listen to myself, I'll fly above it all
I am freeing myself of the shackles of personal objectivity
Master of my destiny and fate, my future is free of being a victim
AngelAscending beyond this flesh, a spark
No more will I deny myself, I see the truth
Grieving for the past and present, it needs to stop
Enchanted rapturous bliss, I feel the love inside my heart
Lost but now found, an angel of heaven lifted me out of my shell
Get OutGrainy and blurry memories.
Eat away at my self-confidence from within.
The voices set it in and they whisper sweet little lies.
Only I see that those voices are all mine, too much to bear.
Under the blackness and cover of night do these whispers come rolling in.
There is one stronger than all the others and hers fills my night, for she is my moon.
The WarriorThe warrior lives and breathes chaos.
It is what drives her on.
And it is what gives her great and terrible purpose.
She searches for fierce battles with a disgusting blood lust.
And during her many abhorrent fights, she merely wears a grin that would make even the Cheshire cat shy away in fear.
The warrior seems to become one with the discord that she lives for.
Her appearance changes drastically.
Her hands are rough with callouses, her clothing is ripped and torn in multiple places, her body is battered and bruised, her eyes have dark circles, and her hair is a birds nest.
Anyone that takes in the mere sight of the warrior is struck with a maddening fear.
The townspeople band together because of the dire fear they share for the beast like warrior.
She charges into battle with a frightful war cry as she brings the very land and the people in it to their knees.
The land becomes scarred with past tussles; trees get knocked down to mere splinters, and mountains crumble like sand.
I promise | TSCRead from bottom to top because of notes
- rainsonq (Zeus)
- Rocandrol (Jesse)
"Yeah," he responded, and felt a little better. He knew that Leafstar wouldn't like it, and Zeus was risking losing her, but he had just made a promise and he owed his own children at least that much.
This shocked Jesse a little. She had known the tom only for a little while, and judging on what she had previously seen of him, this was indeed surprising, but in a good way. For a while, she said nothing, but soon she pressed her nose into his shoulder. "Thank you.. this won't be easy on either of us, but at least I have someone to do it with." she smiled through his orange fur.
Zeus nodded slowly, then paused, the silence threatening to swallow them both. To escape it, he quickly darted across the fence towards Jesse and hugged her.
"I... I promise that I'll help you raise those kits... Even though we're not together, I'll stil
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Silver Vale, Silverthorne
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