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Reflection of a Demon
I stare at the picture of your past
And face the corruption of spirit
Death has been following you to cast
His rotten hopes of life and merit
I see the demon in you has grown
Thorns of fiery passions in vein
A shape of shadow sleeping alone
A man doomed to be chained and insane
Allow ravens feed on your pale skin
So the demon can be freed to rest
Your life is your only shameful sin
Which does belong to death to protest
Demonizing GodAmid the mountains you created
I was left to be the sliding stone
By your crimson hands obligated
My star in the night had never shone
Of your tree I am a fallen leaf
Taken away by the sore canon
Helpless with a shimmering belief
The forsaken and shameful demon
I am the void in your universe
Enlightened never by your design
My despair is meant to be endless
And your creations to be divine
Tree of EternityInto the darkness are seeping
Voices of suffering spirits
In sanguine eyes is steeping
The reflection of torn merits
Humans that by life are vanquished
Will be locked in insanity
By sorrow they will be varnished
In the tree of eternity
Sleepless they scream with icy faith
Feeding the leaves of ancient hopes
They will be held captive in wraith
Till the tree is a wizened corpse
Perpetual SorrowPerpetual Sorrow
With creator's dismaying divine kiss
We crossed mere joy to spiraling bliss
Nothing but cold rivers give release
As we silently weep in our dark peace
As waves of time hit our wintery shore
Senility cuts inward to the core
Nothing spiritous is left to implore
Spurious reasons call us once more
Lies fractured and shattered our foretold land
From blissful heavenly realm we are banned
Nothing but mundane death left to demand
How long in miseries can we withstand?
Price of The Sacred KissPrice of The Sacred Kiss
I will cross this world in heresy
And knock on the door of your garden
I will cry before you so you can see
The shattered outcome of your burden
The path through Hell will flower in red
As I nurture the void to heaven
Your high kingdom will drown as I shed
My tears as black as wings of raven
I will tear me apart at your eyes
Because then I know you will notice
What happens to me when you despise
The sacred kiss, sentimental peace
I will come so far to pay the price
Of my unholy passionate vice
The Butterfly Epiphany
The Butterfly Epiphany
I didn't have a good feeling. It seemed like I was lost in numbness and didn't know where I was going. My head was full of everything and nothing and spiraling thoughts were pounding in my head. The sharp blade of sun cut away my good memories from bad ones making me think of the miseries I had and the destiny I will have. I saw him for the third time. He was the angel sent to free me from my pains. I stood and looked around and as I suspected, there was no one there like the other times. I felt very tired so took a deep breath and gazed upon his eyes and waited on him to start speaking:
"Fate is what I create; God is what can change my fate."
"Who creates tragic fates?", I murmured with a broken voice.
"This world . Humankind ", he replied with a great sadness.
I could sense the suffering inside his heart but it wasn't my job to ease it. So, I went closer and put my hand on his shoulder.
"God created this world and fate is the connection between God an
Thomarie Escuela de Magia Cap 13 !!!!Capitulo 13: Rey y Reina del Baile
Marie Fue Repidamente asia la entrada del Baile y se paro en el microfono
Marie: Ahora Anunciaremos a el Rey y Reina de la Graduacion en diferentes Categorias *Dijo leeiendo un papel* 5 Ganador .. Por ser la pareja Menos esperada ... Dess y Xavier
Dess: Q-Q-Que !?
Marie: jejejeje .... Pasen *Le entrega las coronas* Ahora 4 Lugar La pareja Mas Tierrna Bridgett Clark y Jackson .... *Le entrega las coronas* 3 lugar ... ser la Pareja Mas duradera Seria ... L-La Señorita Rosa y el Señor Rey ... *Profesores* .... *Le entrega las coronas* ... el 2 Lugar es para la Pareja Del Reflector .... *Apuntan el reflector en alguna parte* .. Los ganadores son .... J-Jazz y Fred
Jazz: Q-Q-QUE !!!?? ....
Fred: *Comiendo* Um!? ...
Marie: *Les entrega las coronas* Ahora el 1 Lugar ..... l-la pareja mas Popular .... Seria ... *Lee los resultados* ................ E-Eh ..... *se queda un poco e
Sabor a DespedidaUn beso sabor a despedida
Tenia ese beso que me diste
Sabor que no ha salido de mi boca
Ni con comida ni bebida
Se quita el sabor que dejaste.
Mi boca se quedó impregnada
Nunca pensé que al besarte
Tuviera el resultado de alejarte
Desde esa noche que te besé
En incertidumbre me quedé;
Pero bien me lo advertiste
Que no tratara de entenderte.
Un beso sabor a despedida
Ha cambiado mi vida.
En vez de una esperanza de amor,
Quedó una realidad de dolor.
He probado un beso
Sin sabor al amor
Fragment Of An Interstellar Love PoemI watch you, shoeless, dancing near the sun
just as the solar wind begins its run.
Clad in translucent gown and sheerest hose,
you constellate the stars as you suppose
will draw these verses out of common prose.
Darkness cannot cast its pall and blight
over the splendors of the star-traced night
as long as love for you and poems to write
remain in arcs of awe infused with light.
Your luscious black hair cascading
Long down my emaciated hand
From my frosty palm life is fading
This ominous fate I reprimand
I weep as you lie dormant and cold
Bitterly silent and erotic
You shine as inviolable gold
Of a tale of angels and Gothic
Open your emerald eyes my dear
I can no longer cradle your head
Your misery shall in me inhere
As my lifetime is torn and shredded
You leave me alone forevermore
I shall cry myriads of rivers
I kiss you goodbye and I abhor
This romance to be sad and somber
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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