From my heart to theeI sit and watch your long hair flow, it’s dark brown color flecked with snow. The swirling pools of green and gray, in them i'm lost and found astray. Your skin is soft as like gentle furs, when mine’s with yours my vision blurs. Your mind is flawed to simple perfection, it sends my thoughts to every direction. Your forms with mine and I digress, to have never found you before the rest. My life did change the day I saw, a face of beauty griped like a claw. Our hearts do drift yet pulled astray, our paths do cross yet in a different way. With in the cFrom my heart to thee
Feelings and WantsAs I walked through the valley of shadows the echoed screamed of the damned and tormented souls bleed from the ground around me. The blistering heat from the ground burns the bottoms of my feet, the heat getting more intense with every step. The walls of fire around me grab for the smoke in the air and lash at the bloody sky.. I walk through the undead landscape stepping over lifeless bodies and walking around corpse on great spikes stabbing through the ground. The scar covered mountains yell in pain as they fall to the ground like a wounded animal. A vain of fire opens as I continue as if my touch was splitting the world in half. Loneliness,Feelings and Wants
Stream of lifeAs I roam along the stream of life, the clutter with in causes me much strife. The water murky with sticks and leaves, taking all the souls it reeves. Its water slows so discontent, the lives lead on as time is spent. In times of death and disrepair, the best it does is wave and stare. The river flows on spreading wider, the torches light with shifting fire. Waters pulled to fuel itself, the creature growls and stocks its shelf. The river morphs into a stream, it's original flow losing it's ream. In time it drains, the water spent. Life slows to a crawl yet on it went. Its desolation only kept aStream of life
The unknown endingAs I sit and watch the souls of yore, my heart doth burn with the sin of war.The unknown ending
The lives once so full of wonder, the world spins slowly but now for longer.
In books they write, the stories tell, how those then free cast down and fell.
The universe sits complacently, the eyes of unclean look to flee.
The stories do go on to say, the hand of thee shall guide our way.
One path has opened to show the light, cast in shadows and fell to blight.
No one stands to understand, the hidden riddle set in sand.
The winds blow east to hide the sun and the blinding darkness do over run. &n
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