WriterMy pen is my sword,Writer9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My words my shield.
I am a warrior,
These are the weapons I wield.
The blood I draw is fictional,
And so are the people I slay.
Wars are waged because of me,
I let the bodies fall where they may.
It seems as though I'm invincible,
That I simply can't be slain.
That's because the world is mine,
I bring the sadness, I make the rain.
Everything is under my control,
The people, the places, the things.
Buildings are mine to crumble,
People are puppets and I pull the strings.
To some I am a matchmaker,
I've made many a couples' love live.
But I can easily become a reaper,
And remove the pleasures I give.
I've driven many a man to insanity,
By slowly stealing his mind.
I draw lines of hatred,
And create ties that bind.
When my sword strikes the last word,
The world comes to a halt.
When immortalized on its pages,
In my victory I can exalt.
But inspiration shall strike again,
So have no fear.
I am a warrior of words,
And the next adventure is always near.
The Cerulean FallenRainbow Dash lay awake on her usual cloud, gazing up at the setting sky. She exhaled, and, for once, was silent. Her rose-colored eyes watched as the moon slowly rose, and she exhaled, leaving a cloud of vapors in the cool night air. She wasn't herself today.The Cerulean Fallen4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She rolled off her cloud, falling for moments before she stretched her wings. The cool night's air caught her, and for moments, she hovered, before landing on her yard, the floating home of Equestria's own Rainbow Dash. She gazed at her home, blinking, before hanging her head and slowly trotting inside.
What was wrong with her? In such a funk, she hadn't flown much that day. She asked if she could have some days off from her job, yet, she had nothing to do. She felt empty, conceited, lost. Food had no taste, day had no shine... Even speed lost it's usual thundering adrenaline.
She glanced at her bed, but knew she could not s