Poem. One is not all.

Surge forth,

You are freed;

From your chains,

From your shadows,

From your shackles.

Bring forth your;

Demons unleashed,

Angels unshackled,

Identity unfaded.

We all are unique,

Brought forth from,

Light forgotten,

Shadows unmarred,

Hells shackled down,

Heavens locked up.

Peer into the void,

Don’t let the shadows blind you,

Don’t allow the light to lead you,

We are not one,

But you are all that must be.

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Poem. Brightest Light

A breath of dawn,

A chant of victory,

A shout of love,

Our hearts untamable,

Our souls unbreakable,

We stand for all those whom can’t protect themselves,

We will fight and die for our beliefs,

Do not hide from us;

The Harbingers of the Dawn.

Poem. Cycles

A death forgotten,

Two songs lost,

Three starving and four hearts broken;

Yet hope remains,

A dream to be greater,

A wish to fix all wrongs.

But never a promise,

For death hunts for our souls,

They let none escape the cycle,

For without death-

The promise that all will end eventually,

Could we mortals truly cherish life?

Poem. Demons

Remember me,

Forgotten,

Like thine heart,

Lost to the winter,

Dead to the summer,

Your faceless soul to be extinguished,

Your bleached blood to be used,

Your name made of ashes and dust to vanish,

Is life but a game,

A story, a song to you?

You sing, play and break our- hearts, souls, bodies and our families.

Art thou entertained with our suffering?

You black eyed monster; do you feel nothing?

Begone,

Leave us savages to our devices,

To our self inflicted pain and suffering.

Poem. Legend

To thee-

The loved,

The honored,

The glorified.

Do thine thrones,

Of blood and lies,

Of bones and hate,

Of unearned reverence,

Are they comfortable?

Does thine feast of,

Gluttony for adoration,

Lust for righteousness,

Desire for prestige,

When do you feel full?

When you surround yourself with vipers?

When you leave naught but the dead?

When you gather all others than the sincere?

Mini-story. Falon’s contract.

“Well that was a wonderful entrance Falon, you sure didn’t paint the walls red with the blood and guts of my soldiers,” states Ariol.

“Funny I could have sworn I killed nothing but gnats,” a chuckle swiftly follows.

“Had fun did you? Though I doubt they posed any threat to you.”

“No, nooo, they did pose a threat; they stood in my way,” Falon walks out of the shadows, “personally I thought you were being cheap with your labor.”

“Was I ever cheap when it came to you o’ lord of the shadows?”

“Nay, you failed at hiring any light adepts, though they are so simple to find.”

Sighing Ariol stares at Falon for a while before saying, “Simple? They are as rare as shadow adepts! Must you chase me down for no reason fiend?”

“Fiend huh? Guess that makes you an angel, Mey, nust kos Ni do un lein.”

“You dare speak in the dragon’s tongue and not in the common?”

“Somethings are better left unsaid,” he pauses. “That said, Zu’u mullaan Nau thdro fah pogaan dayye ful zu’u aal oblaan thdro.” He dashes forwards and thrusts his sword through her gullet ending a long hunt. “Fare thee well Ariol, leader of the Crimson Raiders.”