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[joffykingdom]

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[nukodi]

The wonderful and very british @joffyworld is quite based! He wrote a poem about NeXus and it made me very cry, and I wanted to share it with the masses so that people see how based he is at writing.

The Sound of Halfway Down

There's a whistling in the air that I just don't have the time for, It's not that I don't care mind you of course But my mind is racing and time is running short. I guess the great blazing I'd predicted Has delivered it's retort in the form of a great SNAP As the brass ran across my body and swept me off the edge, Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling, tumbling Delivering unto me the sound of halfway down.

I kept good company in my stead to keep the pain at bay, Tried desperately to change the outcome or to calculate the ways. The hatred brewed new hate in me; La Haine c'est une moissonneuse, Wore convictions just like armour dressed in such a pretty gown, But more oft than not I lost my plots, such led me here today. I've played the fool and heard the rules From the sound of halfway down.

We had to have a plan we didn't come in cack-handed But handed cack we were by the gack slinging slingers, The déjà vu hit Deyja as the view turned to black and blue and red, The dead don't speak of memories but they're all that I have left, The sounds around me become a cacophony of silence as the world stills, And all that's left is the sound of halfway down.

I hope my friends will carry on although I know, Deep down in soul they're torn apart, Like the Charge of the Light Brigade's gun spark; They followed me without question. Despite the conflict of bad advice and order, Disorderly conduct from your leader can lead to further war, The war inside me has drawn to a close and all was for naught: Now that I've become the corpse surrounded by your very own screams that make up The sound of halfway down.

The lightning sparks and streaks as the skies fall, Passion, The rain pours and hits fast leaving me disorientated and now I've lost, for life, Desire. Quenched by that liquid "justice" such that I have been reacquainted with my own, Sanguine; Ran hot, now shot, the round does blast through and take out The last downcast of man, such that I was, Disservice. Machines that made my mind up and helped me find myself within them, Whirr. Organ and my own never-ending - Failure. One last BANG, The muzzle rang, The sound of falling down…

None stand now amidst the treeline of reality…

We few, unhappy few, Company's peace! We've found the truth, The folly of youth Lets me depart now To the dark beyond's Cold arms; To the calling Peace I've never found…

It's quiet…

Inhale… Exhale… Inhale…

It's over…

Exhale… Inhale… Exhale… Inhale…

It's done…

Exhale… Inhale… Exhale… In…

White…

Rain Pours, Rome Falls, The sound of falling; Done.

[joffykingdom]

Angel of the Flock

Puella my dear sweet dot,

You're the toast of our small flock,

Your mother and your father

We're both so very proud of you!

You're the apple of our eye,

You make even your father cry,

There's not a lamb that rather

Shines a mite as bright as you!

Puella my little lady,

As ador-ed as a daisy,

The world is all your oyster

You'll live a life of radiant joy!

There'll never come a time,

When the sun fails to shine,

You attract the very light

Which we all so do enjoy.

My little baby lamb,

There's nothing that I can

shout or whisper of how much

I truly cherish you.

I wish that there were words,

To describe how much it hurts,

Every time I stop and take in

The sweetest little sight of you!

My tiny shining girl,

We must run, my precious pearl,

The time has come,

For us to make scarce

Our mark upon this world.

The clan has fallen fastly,

We're the ones who've lived the lastly,

We cannot wait, your father's gone,

There's no more time to lose!

Puella, Puella, Puella...

I'll regret your loss forever...

There's nothing I've got left now that

Your shining light is gone.

The world was all your own,

Now shadows cast upon your throne,

The meaning of life is taken

Soon I'll join you down below.

I hope that bastard pays,

Knows no sleep or joyful days,

May the gods so gut him slowly

Hear his screams wring out with glee.

The life we could have lead,

Has traitorously fled,

I wish I'd seen it sooner,

I wish the price was paid by me.

The time has come to go,

As above now so below,

Mother and daughter together

To the heavens we can soar.

Lastly I do fall,

I hear your sweetly needy call,

I cannot wait to hold you

I've hardy yearned for your sweet touch.

I'll swaddle you in hugs,

It'll never be enough,

I failed to protect you from

The monsters we think we know....

"You may open your eyes child... You are safe here."

(Once again based off of the AU by @mary-cross and Dulci's origins :3)

[joffykingdom]

Forget-Me-Nots

The flower blooms so slowly,

Toward light that hardly seeps;

'Neath the charred, obsidian entrance to

Tombs carved from rock-filled sheets.

These walls were made to act as cage

To monsters, fears and dreams:

Crumbled walls rumble from echoes,

Shake with souls, the damned, the dead, the lost.

The first one trapped was not the last

Aghast at where they're tossed.

The flower's bloomed so fully now,

With the nutrients it's scraped;

Betwixt the cracks of war's legacy

Carved by attempts to defy fate.

The deities claim they know it all,

They proclaim their knowledge truth;

What they fail to understand

Is the underlying root:

The truth does lie in lies from fools

Who design their fates themselves.

They fight and fight, but die the same

As those in resignation thus dwell.

No witan, oracle or scholar

Can divine the divine from stars,

No supposition, nor proposition

May defy life's grand work of art.

The flower's wilting slowly now,

Fading from memory's view.

The one who planted forget-me-nots

Has forgotten them far too soon.

Off to war, the soldiers march,

The final frontier beckons;

Consequence of meddling becomes

A far too-late-learned lesson.

The walls are charred, the bricks hit hard,

Tales of woe through dark plots of passion.

The time came nigh, then passed them by,

Forgotten knots of bright-bloomed depression.

The flower's dead, the petals rot,

Slight breeze carries their essence.

Memory fades, and turns the page

Planting newfound seeds of presence.

Forget-me-nots, forgotten plots,

All come to destined end;

What's wrong was right,

What's right was wrong,

Till made right again,

My friend...

(Based on @dlrge's oc Naiad and her current backstory, my beautiful wife 🥰)

[joffykingdom]

Mars Devouring His Children

The voice of Reason does fail to deign

To drown out the screams and sorrow'd cries;

Of the innocent, whom such I waded through,

To lend my falt'ring hand so tender,

To rest it 'pon the brow of souls

Lost such as they were,

Entranced by tragedy, with gazes affixed

To the center of the stage's scene.

Wherefore dost nature choose to lend,

Upon a world crafted of Luciferian torment,

More tragedy than such one simple man can bear,

By forcing upon idle hands busywork,

The command to play spinster, with fabric

Cut so from the cloth of pain'ed sorrow,

Itself spun by the hands of uncaring forces above.

There remains no mind of man,

No witan, parliament nor archdiocese whom

Can elucidate unto me the truth of the matter -

Why a spirit of infinite wisdom designs a land

Wherein such dumbfounding misfortune may fester.

No man can say, yet always they do,

God creates man,

Man creates pain,

Pain creates God,

And around we go again,

Mars devours his own son.

By creating his son,

Whom devours himself by design,

Perhaps long ago

Mars devoured himself?

[joffykingdom]

Harrying of the Lamb

Dulci o' sweet Dulci,

She's beloved by all the lords,

They gather round so lovingly

To hear her pluck the chords;

O' the harp's sweet symphony she weaves,

Her songs can heal your soul,

They enrapture, soothe and captivate,

She's a treasure wrapped in gold.

Dulci o' sweet Dulci,

She's the light of our small herd.

'Tis no wonder truly why

The dark lord falls fast for her.

She's enraptured even Death himself

With the light her life does shine,

She's desire wrapped in empathy

With a heart so sweet and kind.

Dulci o' sweet Dulci,

Too adorable for Death,

He's turned his tail and run so fast

With nary a note so left.

He wasn't good enough for her,

He did know it deep inside;

Thus left her yearning for his love

To safely guard his pride.

Dulci o' sweet Dulci,

She's the catch of a lifetime.

No wonder then, of all the men,

Proditor was one to climb;

The social ranking she would bring

Was tall enough reward,

For Proditor longed to be so loved

By all the fawning hordes.

Dulci o' sweet Dulci,

Have you heard the tales new?

She's said to bear a child

From Proditor's loins, oh yes it's true!

They've consummated marriage now,

They're bonded till the end,

For what gift is greater than the love

A child can so soft distend.

Dulci, o' sweet Dulci,

It's not your fault but mine,

I romanced you with intent and lust

Your life was by design.

I lied, manipulated, stole

The best years of your life.

It was all for naught,

The pain I've wrought,

I'd say I'm sorry but I'd be lying.

Dulci, o' poor Dulci,

I've lived my life a coward.

There's nothing I can say or do,

To change this pain of ours.

I bargained for my life with yours,

I deserve what fate I've got.

I hope you find some comfort dear,

Lovingly yours,

Proditor.

Awaken my dear sweet Dulci,

Truly it's you, is it not?

I've yearned the decades waiting to see

The face of the one I lost.

Those bastards locked me in here love,

Steered me away from what I want.

I wanted you, I fought for you,

But what I wanted mattered not.

They betrayed me when they locked me up,

Then again when you they'd slain,

I mourned the loss not once but twice,

Now they will know their mistakes were grave.

Dulci, my sweet Dulci,

I offer you a chance,

For vengeance 'gainst the enemy

That pillaged, leaving its mark.

I beseech of you my dear sweet Lamb,

Listen close and hear my voice:

Please don't let these feckless monsters win,

Show them the consequence of their choice.

Go forth in my name,

To show them pain,

Rend their world so damned asunder.

I take no pleasure in their loss,

But it's to be their lives or ours.

Dulci, beloved Dulci,

I'm sorry, it's all I am.

I left you yearning longingly,

Abandoned by your man.

I meant to come, I begged the chance

To live my life with you.

But my siblings had their cruel designs

And so they ran me through.

Dulci, dearest Dulci,

My heart belongs to you.

There's nothing more I want my sweet

Then to spend my life with you.

Free me fast, give me the chance,

To make right what went so wrong.

All I ask for in return,

Is to see your smile

Once more.

(Inspired by and based on the cotl au by @mary-cross, it's absolutely stunning and Mary's a sweetheart please go look at it)

[joffykingdom]

Pathological Survivor

I know not what past lives you've made,

But still I see without my eyes;

They still do so assail you:

Those memories,

Into stone so steeply set,

As caskets, coffins thrown in lochs

Deep within your mind

Such that you may escape them.

But your pain remains self-evident;

Hidden in such haste

That it remaina so open,

In the shadows your words cast

When you deign to project false light.

Your tongue remains roughshod,

Tacked and restrained hardy to prevent

The slipping of your mind away

Into the obscurity that awaits.

You know not the truth of your life,

So buried even you've forgotten it,

You've already lost yourself from sanity

Into condemnation,

To the madness that awaits you.

You've crafted yourself,

Become that which you feared;

A being whom the fireflies

Don't dare so linger nearby.

You wield:

Wit, claw, your fangs,

Total sharp in equal measure;

To deface your very being,

Create a semblance of the monster,

That which stole your safe haven

Then left you rendered the same creature

By design.

You speak the same falsehoods,

Give way to the same cold cunning,

You're no different of a beast,

Purposefully stitched into much the same genus

As your enemy;

The woodland beast,

That lies beyond in waiting.

You lie, omit and scheme,

Create your false narrative,

Your smile never reaches your eyes -

The truth betrays you.

You've wrapped them round your hand,

They all believe you when you stand:

To speak the words of peace

From little lamb's sermons.

To lie comes so naturally to you,

You've tricked them all so easily

It begs the question:

Who's really lost in these lies?

These wretched foolish followers?

Or is it you?

I hear the truth,

Deep down inside,

Masked and beaten as it is.

No person can bury their pains forever

Though I applaud your attempt at this.

But those that know true pains presence

Will forever know how to hear

The voice of one whom it has kissed.

You cannot hide forever,

But for now your mask remains.

For now it stands the test,

But someday it shall be sundered.

You make it sound so effortless

That I can't help but wonder...

Can they hear it too?

(Inspired by and based on @angy-brows's Hastur oc yellowcat, please check it out it's so good)

[joffykingdom]

The Son, Calmly Burning

For a moment briefly everlasting,

I felt solemnly secure.

The world -

So ever-moving as it is,

Came to a standstill and seemed so sure

To never have cause to resume.

For a moment brief but oh so cherished,

I felt comfort for all eternity.

As the world stood still

I felt the will,

To fight,

Renew, and resume dying.

In a moment cut so short by life

I knew the world's truth was within my arms.

Such did I hear the call of life,

Alongside the echoes of death surrounding,

The sweetly soothing song.

There will come a time again, I pray,

That God grants me such a peace.

I toil day and night in vein

So long as in my veins

My crimson ichor fails to cease.

I've seen so many fall to dust,

The brave, heroic, caring.

I've buried men I idolised,

While men I hate kept going,

I've watched as blood left veins of ghosts -

As life of theirs stayed fleeting.

But as I stood there,

Heart in arms,

I felt my own peace building.

The fight of life has taken me,

Made me scarred and morals sordid.

Since beloathed uncle drove the knife

I've known naught in life but burden.

If child is father of the man

Then no wonder a weak man he made.

In the fight for life,

He lost to strife,

Now buried in titchy grave.

Childhood smothered in infancy,

Taken by familial cursing,

Life is but a tragedy

When you rely on life's own mercy.

There existed a moment,

For a brief, small time,

Where God showed me true mercy.

When he took from me my burdensome life

And showed me what ought to be.

While I held my life within my arms

I knew just what had come.

I fought so well,

I rest now,

Fear quelled;

As I lay my last beneath,

The calmly burning sun.

[joffykingdom]

Absence Makes the Heart...

I've grown fonder in your absence

Then I ever dared think or ponder,

The longing rending my chest asunder

Has left me aching from wounds so tender.

I long for your touch,

Your wry little smile

That lights up this dark, cruel world.

I miss you my love, to put it so blunt,

I require the sight of my world.

But in has stepped,

Such a face so familiar

I began to question my senses.

I laid three eyes upon my prize

And beheld your very image.

It took some time, but soon I find

They're not the same as you,

They don't share the memories we made

The love we held so true.

I'm torn apart,

Ripped at the seams -

My dreams to hold you cherished.

I shan't, I won't,

I can't live on,

Without your wondrous presence;

But is it so wrong,

To find respite in that which

Shares your image?

Just for one night,

To hold "you" tight

In order to grin and bear it?

I'm lost to love,

Like my Love, now lost,

The grief so overwhelms me.

I've found lurid comfort,

If just for one night,

'Tis all I deserve for how I failed thee...

Inspired by this Lambswap comic with @strawdool and @duplicitousfate, special thanks to @gotatoastonmyass too for the extended cut ;)

[joffykingdom]

Ode to Self

You and I,

A concept gone,

Once steadfast,

Now mythology.

Where once we lived,

Now time does shift,

And left us more than bargained.

We yearned to touch,

To have and hold

In life so unrewarded;

Usurpation ran amock

In a life so duly thwarted.

I knelt before you every day

And so swore my life in service,

But to see your smile was all I cared

For to hold you and feel wanted.

The crime is done

I've destroyed your life,

Now I ask you here to trust me.

There's nothing left

If I'm to be rebuffed,

Please, my darling,

Hold me.

Inspired by the now lost but still beloved @/theonewhowanks

[joffykingdom]

Flight from the Nest

There's a feathered spot lane bare

Where once laid head so did my love,

I feel the warmth expire slow

Through night's spent longed-for hugs;

The subtle smell of fresh-preened feathers,

Of soft hoots and long-drawn hums,

There's nothing more I wish for now

Then to caress my poor sweet's tufts:

To feel the glide of feather 'pon fur,

To feel the home's blazing hearth,

To hear the glide of knife, as wood

Becomes adored works of art,

While I read my books,

And learn my songs,

My work's burden made light and snuffed.

I'd waited an eternity,

Without knowing,

To meet your gaze.

I long for you,

I yearn, 'tis true,

These long and sullen days.

But I'll wait thousands more,

Like the days of yore,

Spent nestled beside my patron god.

What's a thousand more?

I know for sure,

You're worth those days in chains.

(Inspired by this post from the ever wonderful @twooftheluckyones, their Boko ship has ruined me it's so beautiful please read it)