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Sight
after gazing deeply into the abyss it suddenly began to steal my bliss replacing it with cold darkness that can make anyone reach madness as i was engulfed by the cold dark i saw a flicker of a small spark and i sought to give it word with whom to forge a sword so that i could tame my unyielding cold flame before it devours my mind and renders it blind the cold inside me breathes reason while the light radiated warm delusion as the light was tasty yet it had a taste so foul and the cold tastes as bitter truth yet it made my soul howl howl as i broke free from the curse as the deceiving light began to disperse but strangely i was filled with remorse since my taste has gotten worse as i reached nirvana's frost i've felt evermore lost as my true sight had a big cost that which i valued the least and had the most and is now in my mind foremost and so inured by my cold plight i seek to sate my drought without any more loth so that i can master them both the deceiving warm light as well as the truthful bitter blight to craft and hold the perfect sight which i shall deem as the twilight
Fate
a soul roaming the earth seemingly always going forth and unaware of the tune of her bright fortune one day she found a soul so bright a soul so filled by light that it was love at first sight which filled her with delight and she felt so ever so blessed to find a soul on which she can rest and thus they made their destiny as one so that they would never be prone of tasting the cold lone two souls that sate their hunger of becoming warmer with one another two souls that have reached nirvana's joy together and are now stronger than ever whose passion knows no bars whose passion reaches the stars which fills everyone around with a bliss that knows no bound and can heal any wound
Ambrosia
I was walking on my way in the middle of the day when i catch a glimpse in my eye of something that seems as a lie a fountain of an unusual shade gold as the sun itself and so i thought to indulge myself in it's ink so sunshade at first it was just a sip for my tongue to get a grip of its exquisite taste which felt as a grace and every other quick gobble made my thirst unsatiable as it filled my empty heart with warming delight but the more it sate the more my heart inflate but in fact it was a test which sought the best with the purest zest from the impure rest and as well a trade to empower my blade but stain my shade as it turned to poison which consumed my reason and now i am evermore broken crippled by torture unspoken as i trudge the earth seeking rebirth as i satiate my dearth and prove my worth
Awaken
moving astray in the middle of the day something odd appeared in my way an uneasing dark ray drawn closer by its pulsation which felt as a salvation as well as a temptation at it's reach which looked so bleach I was bitten by a leech from the breach flooded by fright I've began to run feeling as if I would be outrun strange things began happening around everything in my sight began to gloom seeming as a sudden doom the ground turned into demons' playground Everything started to change and appeared awfully strange any friend became a fiend any soul seemed demeaned afflicted by a strange thirst which came as a swift burst I sought a way to sate this unyielding hate but the only way to negate before it was too late was to have a drink of this dark ink yet it had a taste so foul that my soul started to howl and my heart began to taint though the feeling started to faint unaware of my sinister groom I've entered a strange room guided by a mysterious direction towards my darkest reflection a glint of dark malevolent eyes he hath that sought to instill my mind with wrath every second longer his gaze got stronger my inner anger seemed to grow in power the sorrow within started to swell wider as I was swallowed by a surge of vile hunger at the brink of defeat ,devoured by greed as my soul started to bleed, tainted by a foul seed I remembered my creed which thwarted my accede "It's now or Nevermore" was my conviction forevermore to become stark I made my mark embraced the spark and grasped the dark everything turned so clear when I quelled my fear. as my power started to sear I began to tear all that was near with my silver spear yet with every blow given and demon striven I've started to feel broken,as if my crack has broaden as my light lessened my heart became stricken as if the warming light inside slowly turned into a cold flame that could never subside but slowly grew in frame as I was enveloped by the cold fire it suddenly began to fuel a desire to rid the world of any marauder that commits such plunder thus I began my stride to sate my thirst leaving none aside nor lowest nor worst slaying any demon in my path that incurred my wrath after myriad clashes and manifold slashes my dark burden grew wider, my cold fire burned stronger but fearing I could hold no longer, fear of getting too closer to becoming a monster, fear of yielding to anger I had ceased my wander and sought a way to conquer my evergrowing temper in my search for a cure I started becoming unsure and seemed unable to endure since every elixir was impure yet as I reached my peak I saw that I was no longer weak as the cold inside made me stronger as such I could feel no longer the cold outside that anyone knows since i was reaping what i sow oblivious of my fate's flow I long for a soul which doesn't dwell in blight a soul which strives towards the light that does only what is right and is always ready to fight; a soul which can purge my unyelding plight that lays deep within my heart; which can come and glean the shards of my light and bind them together stronger than ever so that I could lose them never to make a sharp plate as a symbol of my shattered fate to protect myself as I resume my quest with my rekindled zest now I'm stuck preaching wisdom although those who listen seldom do not follow since I've become hollow since I lack the strength for my will to follow now everyone seeks their vigor outside enveloped by the shadow of their darker side and thus cannot see where it does reside which is in fact hidden deeply inside
Fallen Seraph
I was walking on my way in the middle of the night when I saw a white ray so blindingly bright that I couldn’t hold my sight but suddenly the ray dimmers and an angel falls from the glimmers a single look made me stare at her moonsilver hair her glaring sapphire eyes show her true guise her alluring rose-red lips which outshine an eclipse above all, hallowed wings akin to dashing springs with whom serenity she brings and she had a magical power which by using only willpower could give form to any word from within this world as well as her pure presence which radiates reverence and breathes benevolence I was able to tell that her spirit wasn't well she was blinded by the blight that engulfed her heart which strayed her flight yet could see other peoples light but couldn’t fight her own plight I couldn't bear seeing her despair I sought a way to take it away a way to break her cell, to undo the spell but then I've found a crack a way to shatter the wrack I reach her to express that she is the one that outshines the darkness from my heart with her noblese and devoid I'd be undone, I'd be torn apart at the verge of madness within my heart the curse swiftly started to dispel and she broke free from her hell as thanks for aiding her quell she entwined her fate with mine at which point I begun to cry thus she began to clarify claiming that my soul is divine and so I've reached cloud nine
Dawn
Eye of blood bleeding sorrow; a broken soul seeking to borrow as the light of past seems to narrow, a brighter hope for the morrow of the fate’s darkest front row.
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